I knew something was not right, I was cold, I reached for my blanket to pull it closer around me and try to fall back into the dream I had been having, without opening my eyes, wondering where the wind was coming from.
For some reason, my comforter wasn't within reach and I cursed inside. I opened my eyes. The first thing I noticed was that I was not at home in my bed. The second thing that I noticed was that I was not even inside.
I jumped internally as, looking around I realized I was atop the Brooklyn Bridge! What a great view, I thought. The sun was just beginning to rise and it looked amazing! My second thought was - what am I doing UP HERE!!!
I wasn't just on the Brooklyn Bridge - you know, the safe part where the cars drive - I was up much higher than that. The cars looked like Matchbox Cars below me. My third thought was of panic. I am afraid of heights - not being up high, but getting down and I was, at the moment paralyzed with fear.
I tried not to panic. Panic would not help anything at this moment except maybe a quick ride down - but that wasn't the landing I was looking for! I had an internal freak out for a minute, then focused on lowering my heart rate and getting a grip.
How could I be on the Brooklyn Bridge? The last thing I remembered I was 200 miles away from NYC, yet, here I was, sitting with a birds eye view of the City with absolutely no idea how I got there, why I was there, or how I was going to get down.
I noticed I had a slight headache and a funny, tinny taste in my mouth. Then I noticed a pin prick on my arm - so I had been drugged, oh great! I sat and adjusted to my surroundings.
At least I wasn't tied up or handcuffed. Still, I was on top of the Brooklyn Bridge, that was more than enough of a problem. I tried to stand up, but each time I did I felt dizzy, from the height or the drugs still in my system I wasn't sure. I quickly sat down and tried to abate my fear.
I thought climbing down from a roof was tricky, how in the world was I going to manage something higher than a house? I rationalized that someone would see me and send help. I sat where I was and held on to that thought for about an hour as I watched the city wake up.
Traffic below me got denser and denser as people headed off to their jobs and school. I saw a boat approaching in the water far away, it too looked like a toy. Maybe a helicopter would come by and notice me up there, I thought.
Doesn't anyone look up in this city? I wondered.
