I dove downwards and flew through a greenery, a paradise. Field and trees as far as the eye can see. On coming mountain, I thought. I tried gaining more speed. "Faster," I whispered. As I sped up, I went higher. I scaled up the mountain. Almost there. I sped up a little more and, I don't know if I'm showing off to no one or instinct just came over me, but as I raced over the mountain I was spinning like a kid on the ground twirling around screaming 'Helicopteeerrr!'. But either way, I'm above the giant obstacle. I hovered right above it, just a tiptoe's length away. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and counted down from five.
Five, I can smell the ocean.
Four, I can hear the waves crashing.
Three, I can feel the wind beneath me.
Two, I opened my eyes.
"One." All I saw was blue.
Under my breath I zipped through the soft wind. Spinning, tumbling, going high, flying low, I just sped up. Wind through my hair, water splashing onto my face. The sun shining brightly on everything. It was the time of my life! Well, up until I realized I can't control the speed anymore. I was going faster and faster, faster than a motorcycle, faster than a race car. Faster than the fastest thing on earth that my skin might just be pealing off. "How do I stop!" I screamed to no one. Of course, it was only the me and ocean. Then I tripped. How can someone trip on air? was my last thought. I tumbled to the ocean. Water crashed onto my face like I was hitting cement at five hundred miles a second.
I sat straight up, dripping wet. I can barely breathe. I remember now. I'm travelling with - "Wake up, sleeping beauty." I looked over my right shoulder and saw my best friend. I was dreaming. I smiled at her, relieved I wasn't dead. "What are you smiling for?"
I shook off the excess water from my head, flipped my hair back and stood up. "Good morning to you, too." "Go dry up and change clothes," she said, handing me a pink, cotton towel, "We're going on an adventure."