Dizzy

The world is being torn down. It’s like a special effect out of Doctor Strange. The trees outside have merged to form a green plastic slide. And my head is spinning. I’m not sure it’s because of the high blood pressure or all the responsibility that I’m supposed to be dealing with. It looks like I’m about to drop down into a pit. Everything’s being soaked into the window and all I can take in from that direction is a blinding light. The walls have also closed in. I don’t remember the room being that small. Who’s going to pull me out? That rope could be a safety bar if I can reach it. I could use it to swing to safety o the other side of the room. Everyone else thinks I’m bananas as they can’t see the world collapse. But perhaps they can help me to keep me stable.