heres the deal , sir you could still be hurt somehow . `` what in the hell are you riding ? '' i sat at my vanity , staring at my reflection . we creep along like snails , while he dances and leaps , as if gravity does not have the same influence on him as it does on us . he woke from a deep sleep later that night , falling to the floor from his bed and wondering what had disturbed him . `` why do you want to kill me ? '' 