Becky scanned her strange surroundings, but had no recollection of how she had arrived. A raven sailed overhead and cawed. Standing on an outcropping of rock, she shouted for help. Her words became lost in the din of pounding water thundering in the river below.
Her small platform shot skyward. It began to shrink. Her heart raced. She threw out her arms for balance, but she fell. Plummeting through the air, she would land on the jagged rocks missing the river by a few feet.
She had fallen from the blowup raft into the swimming pool again.
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Have you ever had a fear of heights in reality or in a nightmare?