Standing up straight at the foot of my bed, I close my eyes but not all the way down. It’s too far low to be. Now, you lean your head on the foot of my bed. I try not to see you, fix on my eyelids instead. But you look at my feet then straight at me. You say it’s a part of the bet, as I knew it to be. I tried to stand quite still, but shook in my stead. And I worry and I fret about the blind way down. You say that you’ll catch me, but I will never fall.