One problem is when there’s no floor.

Like you’re walking around and you don’t even care about where you’re going to step because you’ve never had to worry about it before.

And then out of the blue, on a Monday, or a Tuesday, or maybe a Wednesday, the most boring days of the week, when the sky is gray and everything is happening how it always happens, on one of those days, suddenly you take a step and the ground is gone.

And you’re falling

And falling

And falling.

A bad part is there’s no warning.

No one tells you.

And even worse, it seems like the ground is there.

That it will always be there.

It looks like regular old carpet or grass or cement or tile or dirt or rock. Right there, under your feet.

But then you take a step, and you fall right through.

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Saturday night was bad.

Monday morning was no ground.