I'm so tired, but I'm trying to start a habit, so here goes. . .
In the dream, everyone is falling. Men tumble off of rooftops and out of windows; women from verandas and steeple tops. In the parks, children fall off of benches and seesaws and cry over ragged knees and torn elbows. Even the squirrels, flying from tree to tree, misjudge the distances and careen to the ground. The strangest things fall from the sky: a teapot, an Alvin and the Chipmunks LP (the Christmas album), a set of dentures. The twins find themselves walking a power line like a tightrope, and panic, feral, claws at their bowels.
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