floating over a waterfall, I land abruptly on an ancient Greek pillar protruding from sea. Although, I’m not floating so much as levitating uncontrollably and the sea is strangely intersecting with downtown Seattle. The streets are foaming and flooded but everyone goes about their business as if it’s been like this forever.
My particular predicament has me a bit flustered since I need to get to work. I’m stuck about 50 meters in the air. The new government regulated Helicopter Emergency Lift service has denied picking me up and bringing me to work. I had been told that the service was intended to be free for the first 16 uses in a year–that it was paid for by my own tax money and I would see some benefit.
As cars and people passed by below, I watch and wait. Surely someone will see me.