Blink

Jennifer looked down as she held her arms out against the breeze. The view was spectacular. As she rose, the building directly beneath her grew smaller and smaller until it looked like a match book with a little ant (the janitor smoking a cigarette) wandering around on its surface. She kept her eyes wide, despite their dryness. She feared that a blink might just send her back down. She lifted her head to face the setting sun, and as she did so, she heard, over the birds and the cars below, the voice she dreaded. “Nurse! Nurse! She’s going again!”