Night air chills the skin; biting breeze turns blood to ice. I look across the dirty city; teeth gritted as tears flow like frozen streams on my gaunt face. Above me is the smoke-strewn sky, while colorful speeding cars muddle with the blackened, cracked asphalt below. The once vibrant, tangible pulse of the city has turned into an unrecognizable mass of decaying grey. Deep within me the faint, distant murmur of my heartbeat explodes into a galloping rhythm as my feet step off the solid brick rooftop and into the unforgiving emptiness of polluted, foul air. I fall in seconds despite the length of the fatal dive, not seeing the clichéd “life-before-my-eyes” flashes, but rather images of my future as a nameless splatter of matter on an indifferent hunk of concrete sidewalk. With a deafening crack my skull splits wide and I snap awake in my bed, the alarm ringing incessantly in my ear. Time to start the day.
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