Fell out of bed into
indifferent space. I’m sure

I didn’t know anyone
there, but there were faces

that seemed familiar.
I cried out, I’m falling, falling,

falling out of bed, and I was
pushed back up from below

and pulled back up from 
above. Then, found myself

awake, trying to figure out
what was pillow, what was

mattress, who was below
and who was above and how

was it any of their business
that they should all be awake

at the right time to assist
in that recovery? I’m still

trying to recall those faces
I saw in the liminal world

between falling
and settling back into bed. 

Who cared enough to move me
back into this world? 

May I please know all their names
before I fall again, that I may

greet them one by one and love them
wherever I land next time.