Falling For Crap

I dreamt that I was falling again. this time from the clay tiled roof of a school house. toes curled, stomach knotted. Damn! It’s 2:50 in the goddamned morning! stealthily make your way to the toilet I whispered to myself in the ink black room. I’ll just quietly take a piss in the dark. sitting down, so I can get back to sleep. gotta friggin' work tomorrow after all. but then suddenly I’m stricken with that feeling of falling again. toes curl, stomach knotted. I crap a two-footer. I mean, it just keeps rolling out of me like bread dough at a bakery. beads of sweat adorn my forehead and I feel as though I’ve just had the greatest ****** ever. after settling back into bed, I blithely drift back to slumber. unafraid of falling again.