Before I knew what was happening, my chin was skimming the floor. “^*$$#@!!!” were the words that flowed from my lips, as I struggled to get back on my feet.
Heading to school this morning, I readied to turn right from my neighborhood and realized that I did not have my cell phone. Making a left instead, I headed back home. This would only add a couple of minutes to my drive as I knew exactly where I had left my phone.
I pulled into the driveway, activating the garage door as I approached the house. Trying to save time, I decided I would pull back into the garage.
I opened the door and quickly exited the car. And then it happened. My foot caught on a bundle of wood that had been moved from another spot in the garage. Without warning, my body plunged forward and I could feel myself going down. There was no time to react and and just like that, I was, laying full out on the garage floor.
The words were choice and had anyone been there to hear them, they would have raised their eyebrows in surprise. I got up, still ranting with no one to hear and checked myself. My wrist felt sore, being the only appendage that broke the fall, and my chin had a small scrape, having slightly hit the floor. My black coat was covered in dust from the garage floor and the knee of my pants was wet from a small puddle of melted snow.
But, luckily, I was fine. Brushing the dust from my coat, I hurried into the kitchen, grabbed my phone, and headed back to the car watching my footsteps along the way.
I hadn’t lost much time at all!