I wake up to find myself staring at the floor. I gasp and look around. I’m on the ceiling! But my bed is on the floor! How is this possible? My gravity feels the same as it would on the ground, except I’m hanging off of the ceiling! I rush out of the room and find my little brother standing as still as a chandelier. There is a chandelier next to him. This is crazy! My mom comes in acting completely normal. “Mom!” I shriek. “We’re on the ceiling!” “Yes we are honey.” She says giving me a ‘are you feeling alright’ look. “Why are you acting so normal!” I cry. “We are just on the ceiling!” She says. “It’s not like we’re on Mars!” I groan and go to the window. I find the garden gnomes staring at where I normally would be. I break into a run, searching for something normal. That’s when I start falling I fall in slow motion and right when I hit the ground- I wake up in a sweat. “It was just a dream.” I say reassuring myself. I look frantically around the room and feel relived to find that I am on the ground.