I fall. As I fall I continue to scream. I fall backwards, and I think, “I’m going to die when I hit the floor.”
I don’t hit the floor. I hit something softer and hairier. Something with sharp teeth. It bites down firmly on my ear and I’m flung back and forth vigorously. I cannot see what it is that is shaking me like a stuffed-toy. There is a blur of white and a glow of orange. I feel a sense of nausea as my consciousness fades.

ear hard spinning eye floor world breathing demon teeth heavy aching sharp growling glow

Nothing.