you close your eyes and accept your fate. you don't know how you got here, but there's nothing you can do about it now.

if you're going to fall, you're going to do it in peace.

as you're enjoying the feeling of weightlessness, you feel a strange itching sensation on your back. you open your eyes and look behind you.

you've grown wings. actual wings.

you flap them once, experimentally, and they fill with air, slowly halting your uncontrolled descent. 

you can fly now.

you hover in mid-air, looking at the ground below, thinking how that would have been the end of you.

you think about where you would like to fly to.