The Elevator Man

I opened my eyes and saw myself falling endlessly into what seemed to be a dark, bottomless pit. It was all black, endless black, not a drop of light present. The only thing I felt was the sensation of falling: air, speed, gravity, and fear. It was funny, though, how I never panicked. It was as if I was already used to this feeling.

I could only ask myself “How did I get here?” and I ask myself that question a hundred times over and I’d still get no answer. I figured “Okay, I guess I’ll just fall ’til I hit something”. Until I hit something…

Light somehow reaches this hole and I see something beneath me getting larger, and larger. Finally, I see the concrete floor. As my body inches away from it, an explosion of white light engulfs me.

I woke up in my bedroom and realize that I had been dreaming, that same recurring dream, again. The dream of how I fell through an elevator shaft as I plummeted to my death. I went back to sleep and told myself:

“I knew I should’ve skipped the alcohol before I tried to fix the cables”