In my dreams, I run down a hill and fall in a heap.

I land in the middle of a dancing circle of people I have never met. I don’t dance with them, I can’t. I try and run away, embarrassed to be seen in my ratty night-suit. They follow me, their voices rising with every drum beat. I jog for a long time and realize that I am not tired. Thoughts of better stamina and marathon timing cross my mind even within my dream space.

When I get home, I curl up into a ball on my floor and eat watermelon pieces from a glass bowl. I watch something on television until I feel the floor crack beneath me and I start to fall.

I fall into the dancing circle again and we are back at the start.