The Wheels Go Round and Round

One floor above me, I can hear wheels slowly grinding and I can't help but think how shitty it'd be if it was something heavy and everything came crashing through the ceiling, crushing everyone on the seventh floor to death.

But realistically, that sort of thing doesn't happen.

There's nothing to worry about.

I'm just thinking, "What if?" 'cause I'm kinda bored and a part of me thinks, it'd be kinda cool if something totally unexpected like that should happen...just so you'd be able to say, "You'll never guess what happened today."

Though, if we'd all been crushed to death, I guess I wouldn't be around to actually say that.