Inspired by Johannes Kahrs

Made it. ...escaped. All fingers are intact. Even my boots. These clothes too.... 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 fingers...; 1,2 boots. Good. I think I'm here. Can feel ground. Must be ground. Can't see it but it must be. (I won't ask how.) Feels like sand. Without heat. Or cold. No temperature. Good. No breeze or wind either. Good. Just the feel of the ground. Now weight. Now light. I feel the earth seeping back in. Weight and light, but no heat. Good. I survived. I fell and I'm here and I survived. I survived the fall.