I'm falling, plummeting,
I tipped off a cloud.
Falling from towering berth,
My insides curl.
It's a brutal drop, and as my chest is thrust down
A cringe runs through me like a wave.
Waiting to smash through damp earth and boiling mantle,
I slam backwards and teeter oddly.
Eyes fly open.
Slightly spinning head, Glancing left and right,
Tracing arms,
Assessing damage.
Covered in sheets I'm perfectly centered,
In my beautifully grounded bed.
3:00 AM.
*That strange falling sensation.