kalpurna

OH, FLIST. MY MORNING, LET ME SHOW YOU IT.

So I get up and take a really long glorious shower, right? Mmmmm, cookie-scented soap. Then I go lie in bed for a while and finish reading a story I was in the middle of last night. Then I realize, hey, I have about seven minutes before I have to hit the road, I better get dressed! So I walk into my bathroom (still naked) to get my moisturizer. My bathroom's pretty small, tiled in stone, with a huge, heavy, mirrored medicine cabinet over the sink. This thing is about five feet tall and three feet wide, mirrors on the outside and inside of the door, mirrors on the sides, glass shelving inside. I open the door, and reach for the moisturizer sitting on the bottom shelf.

The entire cabinet falls off the wall on top of me.

In some unimaginable way I've managed to walk away from this with only a scrape on one hand and a bruise on the other, instead of, like, hospital time, but JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. I leaped backward into the bathtub and used a stool to climb over the broken glass and cracked toilet seat and get out. Way to wake me up without coffee, universe! I feel ALERT.