Laying on the parlor three-sitter,
I fell into a deep sleep. Dreamless.
I regained consciousness a few micro-seconds
before my body, the blanket and pillow
hit the carpeted floor of the sitting room.
I got back up, regrouped all that was fallen
and closed my eyes once again.
Only, now I didn’t sleep.
I thought about my fall.
I felt it was hilarious – it’s been so long
something as that happened with me.
But I couldn’t laugh.
“Ehen. So the next thing will be to write a crash report abi?”
I said that pissed, and to no one in particular.
My crash disrupted my ‘deep sleep’
and that was enough reason to not
laugh I concluded.
I thought about saving paper by
making a boat, or a jet, or an aeroplane.
This thought made me smile, on the inside.