I fell down a flight of stairs today.
It didn’t hurt, It didn’t sting.
I had been anesthetized.
You know where you have those moments when you have to just sit down and stop doing everything?
This was one of those moments.
I couldn’t call for help although I was bruised.
I sat on the steps.
Caressed my heart.Dried my tears.Stoically, listened to the noise from across the street.
Time had passed and not noticing it had been an hour.
Felt like a second.
Dad was going out for a smoke, and asked
“Oh, you were here. What were you doing ?”
I looked at him for a long while.
He just went on about his smoke.
I finally spoke up.
I fell but I just got up.
He gave me a confused look.
Yeah, he understood.