It's come again. The time when things fall apart. In my life, this time comes and goes like clockwork. Things build and soar to new heights that I am then cast off. The flames continue to burn at my ankles even when I escape the fire, the waves peak above my nose steadily enough I can never breathe comfortably.
This time, though, it's different. I am not thrashing through the water in an attempt to keep my head above. Instead, I sit placatingly, sinking ever so further in.
The place in my heart where panic and despair usually settles in - I feel nothing. Instead, I blink nonchalantly as the fire climbs my legs. The smoke fills my lungs and blinds me.
I turn a little and reach towards the window, when I stop. Though my body is swathed in flames, the light seeps through the window - reflecting off the smoke filled air.
The sky. I can still see that there's a sky.
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