Falling Dreams

One of those mornings I couldn't get out of bed.

Whether the reason was broken legs

or an invisible hand pressing on my chest.

I could not convince myself getting up was worth it.

Like a rocket ship I gave myself a count down.

In T minus 5 seconds I'll sit up.

It took until the 3rd lift off.

I wondered if my bed was covered in bubble wrap

as every joint in my body cracked.

Inhale, exhale and off I go.

Falling, not free falling, more horrendous.

Who would dig a bottomless pit by my bed?

How long would it have taken the culprit to dig this?

What happened to my downstairs?

What machinery could finish the job in one night so quietly?

Judging by my initial velocity and aerodynamics, how fast am I going?

Oh, if only I had my calculator.

I woke up and pondered.

How was I able to think so clearly,

when I'm hysterically falling to my doom?

I didn't get out of bed.