A Dream.

The murmuring of people.
As they walk by.
The sound of roar.
Behind me.
I want to go on it.

I stand in line.
Waiting for my turn.
The look on others.
Excitement.
And fear.

The lady with long hair.
Buckles me up.
I let out a breath.
Am I scared?
No.

As it goes up.
And up.
The excitement.
Builds.
Till wanting to burst.

The sky is blue.
A very pure shade of orange.
In the distance. 
My eyes closed.
As time stops.

The gush of wind.
Flows around.
The beeping sounds.
Confused.
Excited.

Cold.
That sound.
People screaming.
Enjoying.
Adrenaline rush.

Crying.
Laughing.
What is this?
Am I...
....dreaming?

The sound.
Gone.
The line is dead.
There is no more.
Dream became me.