When I woke up gravity was gone.I floated to the kitchen, blender uncappedmy smoothie entered the airand I sucked it from the ceiling with a straw.I floated to work, waving to my grandma. She crawls after her drifting dentures.When I woke up sadness had left.The sky was very blue and static, like sea glass electrified and dyed.A sun burnt my freckles and I reach for a runaway sunscreen stick.A baby is born and I float by.My grandma is gone and I move on, toward work, past vacant baseball fields.What if when I wake there is gravity, there will be baseball, olympics, rock climbing, running, tram