The Wind
Cold room.
Howling wind.
A ghostly sound.
I hear a voice
Whisper my name.
It calls me.
I follow.
The open window.
High ledge.
The voice.
It becons me.
One more step.
I plunge down.
I hear the laughter if the wind.
It has tricked me.
I see the ground and the grass.
They are coming.
Closer and closer.
Faster and faster.
Rushing.
Stop!
The world is no longer moving.
I no longer hear the wind.