once pristine . texts . dreams

I walk up a staircase with many levels and finally get to the top. At the top, the landing is fully enclosed in glass windows, except the inside of the landing has no railing and the drop is all the way down to the bottom. I am afraid to go near the edge, it is a sheer drop, but I am penned into the landing by glass so there is nowhere to go but back down the staircase to the bottom. I have a golf club in my hands, I'm not sure how I got it, I try to remember if I had it for the whole walk up the stairs. Suddenly a group of school children ascends the staircase to the top level and they are streaming out onto the dangerous landing with the sheer drop to the bottom. I panic and run into the crowd of children to try to warn them, I am still holding the golf club and I feel uncomfortable as though I am threatening the children, but actually just want them to be safe. Then one child opens a door in the glass and runs outside. I hadn’t noticed the door. All the children follow. I look out and they are running, playing, having fun in the beautiful garden.