I surveyed the summer landscape below me. The lake gleamed with lazy sapphires, trees groaned pleasantly in the steady breeze, and I was happy. The warm wind mingled with the sunlight, joining to lightly caress my face; I emptied my mind and enjoyed the touch of their soft, golden fingers.

“Closer,” a voice suddenly whispered below me. “Come closer.”

I turned towards the source of the voice. There she was. Her colorful face was smiling up at me, seductive in the vibrant summer sun. She seemed so full of life! And she was. But I was hesitant. This seemed wrong. As much as I wanted to drift closer, to feel her embrace, I couldn’t help feeling uneasy.

“Please. Please come. I’m lonely.”

The simple, soft-spoken nature of her request broke my resolve. I drifted downwards, captivated. Closer. I had never been this near to another. Closer. I could almost feel her breath on my face. Closer. A sudden gust. Our lines and tails tangled. I tried to jerk away. Too late. As one, we swiftly plummeted to the ground below.