monday morning
my coffee cup in hand
late for work
didn't want to turn on the stairway light cuz
the big boy was sleeping in the adjacent room
it's 5:45am
and i'm carefully maneuvering my tired body and
my morning cup of joe back up the stairs
to return to the bathroom so i can quickly
prepare for work
not running, walking.
aware of the four fur ball shadows
that are darting in and out of view
as if i've missed the segment in their
routine that requires i pet them each for five minutes.
climbing. careful. its dark.
but i can somewhat see the glow of the
dimly lit powder room so that's what i focus on.
bad move.
for what i couldn't see was the top stair
bam! left foot big toe barely (no pun intended) catches
the front of it, hurling me forward, and not very quietly either,
as i try to keep myself from slamming into the corner of the wall
coffee up my nose, feet pounding the floor
dancing with two left feet. geeeezuzzz! i wanted to scream.
i gain control and assess the immediate damage when
i reach the bathroom. phew. im good.
i contained the spillage with my clothing
staring into the mirror. ouch, i think. i look down.
blood.
all over the bathroom floor.
my left foot toe is split wide open on the underside
serious? by carpet? had to be a nail, right?
went back but this time turned the light on
(screw the boy. he can go back to sleep)
no nail. no glass. no needle. no knife. no wire. no nothing.
just carpet.
i now wear my old man slippers all over the house
they say paper cuts are the worst thing
i beg to differ
About me
- A lil info:
- I am many things to many different people. I have few titles and fewer awards but I am complete in all that I have accomplished. My most precious of all gifts does not belong to me yet I love as if. You may know me, but you'll never really know me because I cannot be anything more than what you want to see even though I am everything I need to be.
