I opened my eyes and felt my heart leap from my chest as I stared into the foggy abyss. I am acrophobic. Who’s idea is this?
A gust of bitter cold wind swooshed across my cheeks, like a pair of invisible hands slapping me awake. Where am I? How did I get here?
The lift stalled. Someone’s either getting on or off, the thought popped into my mind. How did I know that? Have I ridden in one of these contraptions before?
“What are you doing here?” A voice appeared next to me, causing me to jump. Strangely, the chair did not move, didn’t even swing back and forth. “You don’t belong here.”
I opened my mouth, “What?” I tried to say but no sound came out. This person looked familiar but I couldn’t place where I’ve seen him before. “You gotta get off,” he said, “you gotta jump.” When I didn’t move, he growled, “Now!” and pushed me off the chair. No scream came as I fell nor did I ever reach the bottom. All I could remember was bolting up on my bed, gasping, out of breath.