DROP — THE LAST NIGHTMARE

"The plane jolts violently and sends my cup of Clamato into the aisle, splashing ice and red all over the flight attendants as their heads crash into my arm rest and seat tray. Before I can look down to offer some assistance, the plane jolts again, harder this time. A few passengers get thrown out of their seats like rag dolls. Flashes of burning white light strobe from outside of my window as deafening screams fill the air. Suitcases and duffel bags burst out of the overhead compartments angrily and crash down upon the passengers scattered in the aisle. Somehow I’m still in my seat and unscathed, some splashes of Clamato on my pant leg. The plane jolts a third time. This time, I feel myself lift out of my seat. The white lights strobe again but it seems like they’re flashing from inside the cabin now. The screams muffle and then abruptly go silent. All I see is white. All I feel is this sensation of falling in air."