car, onto the concrete, rolling to avoid broken bones, cuts and abrasions. I heaved myself upright, unharmed, and dusted my legs, when, "Yelp!"
A blur of images and confused thoughts.
I opened and closed my eyes.
I struggled to remember why Rocky barks in the wee hours of the morning except to ruin a perfectly good night's sleep. In a fog, I slid out of bed (like I do every morning to let him out to pee), and weaved toward the door, woozy. I reached for the stair rail to support my wobbly body as I gingerly descended our very steep, very slippery stairwell... and missed.
My hand nicked the wall, my feet shot out from under me and feet first, I skidded on my bottom, bumping the top of every step, sending the bottles of Lysol and hair spray flying (that had waited to be carried up the stairs) until finally I smacked the wood floors, arms hyper-extended taking the brunt of the fall, legs stiff, tail bone throbbing.
Yeah, I could so jump from a speeding car and walk away from it.