A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes

Sometimes I dream that I am running. Running away from something that scares me. Scares me enough to be running without shoes. I never know what exactly it is. I simply know that I am afraid of it. I never find out what it is either. Then I fall. It is the only part of the dream that stays consistent. I fall. But I am not falling from anywhere or to anywhere. Just falling. Finally I wake up like in T.V. with a sudden exaggerated inhale, still feeling in free fall but knowing it was all just a dream. Whenever I wake up I feel someone was watching me. No one is. It is just me, the darkness, and the life size elvis poster on my wall. Someday someone will be there. They will take me away forever. I won't have to run anymore. I will be gone and no one will even notice.