I charged downhill, and when I thought I'd reached top speed, I found a little more. A little more, a little more, till it was too fast to breathe.
Speed is a state of bliss.
I forced down half-spread wings. Feathers slapped the ground, but on the next beat I jumped and their downward movement pushed me up. I felt a metre of lift but the effort was agony.
I jump, and I keep going up.
My body took over, my mind dull with pain. Every beat tore at the muscles in my waist .... I looked down and saw tiny people.