ABSTRACT
Connor dreamed about falling. Some nights he didn’t want to go to sleep because he knew that the dream would come. In it, he was standing on the top of a tall building. It was so tall that you couldn’t see the bottom. And even though he did not want to, something would drag him to the edge and then he would be falling. Not flying, but falling. Downwards, with a sudden lurch of fear in his stomach.
