Grandpa says, i took some candy from the bowl when we left the restaurant
, and it's true. He's behind me on the stairs
and pastel candies are falling out of his pockets and sticking to things.
I reach the landing and turn, but at the first step the stairs are revealed to be an illusion
covering a steep
slope. The full-body jerk
of attempting to get some footing, resist the fall
, jump back, wakes me up. Heart pounding in bed, 3am.