Hypnagogic Myoclonic Twitch*

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.