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Tumbling, falling,
dropping,
to wake with a start
in a cold sweat.
Vertigo pulled me
over the edge
and then I fell.
Approaching the earth
at a rapid speed.
The sheets tangled
around my legs,
As sweat drips
from my brow,
awake now, I can
still see my
helpless body falling.
Down,
down,
down into a
bottomless pit.
My arm dangles
over the edge
of the bed,
and again I am
in sleep.
Being pulled towards something,
towards the edge,
the edge of the roof.
Standing on the edge
looking down,
down to the busy
street below.
With one last breath,
taking one small step
onto a fluffy little cloud,
then nothing but
tumbling, falling,
dropping.
But this time I awake
with a start
to a white light,
a bright place
where I am
surrounded in warmth
and others in white
like me.
Never to be afraid again.

~Ciara, 9/11/97