I can see it. I’m almost there. Just a little farther and I’ll reach the summit.
Fatigue takes its toll on my limbs, but I hold on to the jagged rock like my life depends on it. I’d better hurry. There’s no way I’ll give up after coming this far. Mustering the last of my strength, I haul myself up on to the smooth outcrop.
I made it! I can’t believe I did it!
All of a sudden, I hear a rumble. My head whips towards the direction of the sound. The only thing I see is the glare of the sun’s rays. It’s so bright it hurts. I squeeze my eyes shut instinctively, and that’s when everything goes wrong.
The mountain begins to tremble and shake. I lose my footing and feel my body pitching forward as I plummet to the ground. A gust of wind rushes through my ears, whispering my demise. I keep falling and falling. It scares me, but I don’t know what to do, so I hold my breath and wait for the impact –
But … nothing.
I blink a couple of times, squinting in the bright fluorescent lights of the kitchen.
A dark shadow suddenly looms over me, blocking out the light. Soon, my eyes become accustomed to the brightness.
“Are you alright?”
I stare at my father’s face, then nod my head. I turn my attention to the cookie jar that’s now out of reach and point a stubby finger at it.
“You want a cookie?”
I nod again. My father sets me down on the floor before reaching for the cookies. He opens the jar, takes one out and hands it to me.
“Don’t do that again, okay?”
I grin and munch on my cookie as I walk away.