Scenario 1: The edge is coming closer. My mind is racing. It’s not or never. Jump across or don’t. If I just will do it. I do it. My heart is coming up my throat. My mind blanks. I can’t think anything other then, “I need to catch myself”. Seconds feel like hours. So much contemplating how I am going to stop my fall. Here comes my stomach out of my mouth. Smash. The ground is hard, but reassuring. My heart and stomach go back into place. My knee is throbbing. I knew better then to jump off my bed.
Scenario 2: Stolling. Toe slides on pavement. Forward motion. Yell. Horrible feeling. Crack. Hands and knees scratched. That darned sidewalk always jumps up out of no where.