Pinch me quick!

Yarn over, draw through two, yarn over... whoops!

I wasn't watching where I was walking, and I tripped over one of my own two feet, plummeting head over heels many stories downward, still hanging onto that crochet hook and pink yarn.

Quickly I began crocheting a harness, hoping The Lizard would hold TIGHTLY onto the skein of yarn that must have tangled on a beam or something at the top of the skyscraper skeleton where he was working and I'd been patiently stitching, wandering, waiting for him to escape away to lunch with me. I'm terrified of heights. He doesn't work in skyscrapers! What the heck was I doing up there!?!

My terrifying nightmare (which I wasn't sure was real life or a dream at this point) reminded me of something my brother always used to tell us when we were kids. "If you dream you're falling and you land," he'd lecture, "you won't wake up!"

"And just how do you know that?" I'd tease. He never had an answer to that.

I guess this nightmare was payback. In a big way. I was falling, falling, falling, and crocheting as quickly as I could, then squirming into the feeble handmade harness while trying not to lose my crochet hook, hoping my creation would act like a bungee cord. I really didn't want to splat on the street, which seemed to be getting closer and closer and closer, but was still so far away. The wind was wrapping my long hair around my eyes and ears and making it difficult for me to hear my own heartbeat. My palms were sweaty. "Please, Lizard, please hang onto that skein! Don't let it all pull out!" Did he even know I had fallen? Had I clued him in I was there waiting for him? Was he watching me tumble?

I must not have hit the ground. I woke up. My hair was tangled around my face. My heartbeat was racing. My palms truly were sweaty. And oh, my gosh, am I so very glad it was only a horrible, awful, atrocious, hideous dream!

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