Adam tried to process the feeling of weightlessness. He was floating, adrift. His eyes were heavy, his mind thick with cobwebs. It was like the old days coming down from a high. Not a good high.
What the hell!
It didnít make sense. Heíd given up drugs years ago. He reached out, touched nothing.
He concentrated, digging into his memory. A womanís face came to mind. Light surrounded her. Who was she? He tried to remember her name. His mind was blank.
Who am I?
He couldnít remember. Fear rose, hard and fast. His heart pounded in an adrenaline rush. He opened his eyes and looked around.
Darkness, broken by tiny scattered lights, enveloped him. There was no up or down. Nothing to grasp or hold onto.
He realized he was naked, no clothes or shoes. He wasnít cold or hot. He touched his chest, his skin was warm. He pushed his fingers against his neck and felt the steady pulsing of his blood.
Not dead. A sense of relief flooded his chest.
Adam. My name is Adam. Adam Calder. Yeah! Thatís who I am.
Recollections filled his consciousness. He knew his age, date of birth, even his weight.
Okay. Where am I?
Nothing came, no memory, no reality. He had to find out.
Adam tried to move, but his arms and legs flailed. Something flapped behind him, a whishing like wings. Suddenly, he had balance. He spun around, felt an odd weight on his back. Adam shifted his shoulders.
The wing like things billowed, then he was soaring into the darkness, flying blind.
His heart raced and fear clawed at his brain. He folded his arms across his chest and tucked his knees to his chest. Feathers brushed his back and butt.
Then he began to tumble, end-over-end, rolling faster and faster. His vision blurred, the points of light turned to spinning streaks.
Terrorized, Adam threw his head back and spread his arms and legs wide. Dark wings snapped open behind him. Fear gripped his heart.
Wings. Iíve got wings.