By: Adam Donshik
My eyes snap open – a reflex action. Curiosity quickly sets in. I’m struck by it being colder, quieter and much more still than I could have imagined. Only moments before I was flying. Now, all is still. Almost peaceful. My memory tries to adjust but a strange pressure is starting to press in, and an unknown force is blurring my sight. Flashes of remembrance light past; warm memories of childhood skip through to adulthood: the highlights of a life peppered with the darkest of memories. They’re there and then they’re gone, slipping away into the building pressure and darkness.