Gravitational Alarms

I can’t tell if I’m dreaming.

The darkness is slow and fast, heavy and light like gravity, like I'm falling 9.8 m/s^2 off the edge of the Earth into zero gravity space. I cannot think but I am sure I am proving Homer’s flat Earth theories correct.

If not the Earth, than the universe—I’m falling into the abyss, not a black hole or Hell but the inevitable Somewhere Else nonexistent in our current space and time.

Or maybe it’s time. Maybe the world has ended therefore so have clocks and I’m falling, falling, becoming the gray matter that astounds the universe and all I will ever do is fall, fall, fall. I am the universe. I am time.

But then: a flash, pain.

I fell off my bed.