He walked beside me on the grassy, green glade and we came upon a wooden staircase.

I looked at him and he to me and I said, "Oh! I hate these stairs".

Downward, not quite spiral but rather, more curved under and inverted at a point, defying gravity.

Solid yet unfinished.

He took a misstep and went flying upwards off the stairs and landed on the hardened ground far below.

He landed flat on his back and looked up dazed and stupefied.

 

I walked down the rest of those stairs and he, the other, he was waiting there, out of view.

At the last step.

Waiting.

For me.

He took the crook of my elbow in his hand with the grace and grandeur of one who knows.

The winner.

And he stole me away into the sunshine of the day.

 

I had a dream...