It was all like this horrible dream he had sometimes. He’d be up high, somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be, usually like the roof of his school. As he walked along the edge, the solid matter under his feet would suddenly give way, and down he’d go. Everything would disappear but the sensation of falling, of the ground closing in on him, of terror. Then, just at the moment of impact, he’d jerk awake, soaked in sweat, heart pounding.
