Stairs
I dream of stairs and I don't know why.
I am on a flight of foamy stairs with no rails.
My future and past is behind me.
My present is dangerously close.
I want to jump, but I am afraid.
I will fall and I will feel pain.
I know that I must jump.
I know that pain will eventually come to me.
I know that I can longer elude the present.
I grip the rail one last time and let go.
And my whole body shatters.
My screams pierce the air.
And I awake to reality.