I remember when the branch broke with her weight.

She had made a wide leap, and with the snap of the wood I was overwhelmed with the sickening consciousness of falling through space, the pair of us.

The forest and the sunshine on the rustling leaves vanished from my eyes.

I had a fading glimpse of my father abruptly arresting his progress to look, and then all was blackness.
The next moment I was awake, in my sheeted bed, sweating, trembling, nauseated.

The window was up, and a cool air was blowing through the room.