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no, that's not me. who? the one standing on the ledge? yup. that one. that's not me, right?

hold on a sec. it is me. looking down with a blank look. no. don't, please.

what's that? someone is behind 'me'. he is saying something. who is this person? i have never seen him before. but he seems to be coaxing 'me', persuading 'me' to stop my existing desire to walk on air. i was focussing on his desperate attempt to stop 'me'.

then suddenly he stopped in midsentence. 'i' was already walking on air and 'i' wasn't even trying to fight gravity. in seconds 'i' reached 'my' destination with a smack.

i looked at myself in dismay. you shouldn't have done that, i told myself. you shouldn't have...