NaNoWriMO Writing Prompt - Day 3:

She was falling. Fast. The wind wasn’t able to cope with her down speed. It’s resistance meant nothing more than the feeling of falling down. She could hear herself screaming, and had never thought that she could scream that loud; or that she could be thinking about that while the ground was upcoming, ever closer to her demise. She was screaming, and all she could feel was her stomach doing barrel roll after barrel roll. She felt goosebumps all over herself. The adrenaline was rushing through her, like never before. She was smiling. She was wondering why she was smiling. And then, suddenly it was over.