196. CATCH ME (BY APASHE)

I watched myself fall. 

No matter how often I dreamed about this, it could never prepare me for the abomination I was facing now. The wind slashed against my cold body as I fell, unable to close my eyes as I stared below. 

Closer it came, closer and closer, and then I landed on the tongue, cushioning my fall, but knowing that it started now, THAT IT WAS BEGINNING THIS MOMENT, nearly threw me into another wave of horror, of paralyzing fear. 

Yet, the adrenaline finally did its job, for a change not crippling me into immobility; my senses sharpened eerily strong. 

The tongue pushed me in between the teeth, and I was slammed into the ground—no, the teeth pit I was pushed into—in the jaw that was now moving UP. 

My head emptied, and I just moved. 

Right side, molar, the hole is in the upper row— the hiding spot I had decided not to use because it was too risky, with the 'ground' moving.