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.