robophilo

I awake. I don't know where I am but I know I'm not in a good way. I'm falling, it's so cold and the wind is creating a rushing veil over my eyes to the point where it's easier to keep them shut. It's only a matter of seconds before I hit the pavement and this is all over. This is the end. Wait. Is this the ground under my feet? Why did I touch it so softly? Where is the quick splatter I so convinced myself that was going to take place? I'm wet. Surely I'm not here to kill myself because no man in his right mind would end it in such a slow way as drowning. shall I swim? I must have been placed here for a good reason. But there's no time