Everything in my life has been pulled like a rug from under me. I am falling like Alice. But there is no bed nor concrete floors or ceiling to cushion this drop. I am colliding into every piece of furniture winged at me. I cannot duck without gravity. I do not feel too well to be out of bed. But I guess a little crowd could do some remedy. I am not doing too good. And yes, I cannot do anything about it.

In a vacuum I scream without a vibration without a sound.

When I finally touched your shoulder with my bare flesh...

You were gone.