"falling"

My legs are moving but I can't feel a damned thing. I don't know if I'm afraid or out of my mind, all I know is that I am running and I cannot stop. My face is getting numb from the cold and even the strong opposing breeze cannot make me stop. There's no one in sight, and all I can hear are waves crashing down below and the wind hitting my jacket lapels. The ridges of this unforgiving terrain press against the soles of my feet as I run, but it doesn't hurt. Breathing is getting increasingly difficult because of all the sand I'm kicking up, which feels like pebbles pummelling and puncturing my lungs. I am running so fearlessly that it scares me because one wrong step and I will slip over the edge. I have no idea how I ended up here or what I was running from (or to), like my thoughts and memories cannot be accessed. Yet, I am going higher and higher up, until I get hit -

Next thing I know, I am falling with my back facing the sea, not knowing when I will hit the cold, dark waters and not knowing who or what pushed me over. I can still feel that force on my back, like someone pushing you real hard, but there's no one looking over the edge to see me fall, nobody at all. The fall goes on for seemingly forever, which is hard to believe because I know how high I was standing at. Fear starts to kick in, along with confusion and desperation. So this is how it feels to free-fall - you fall way too fast to think, so you just feel a flurry of emotions. I guess I am going to die. Then my eyes start to close, and I jolt up abruptly. The cliff's gone, the wind's gone, the sea's gone and I am not falling anymore. It's all over. I wonder if sinking into the sea would have been a long, deep struggle, or a peaceful departure from the universe.