There was clothing outside my door and I flicked it into my room with my foot. My foot kept going and the midpoint of a big toe struck the underside of the wooden bed frame.
I yelled with Falstaffian gust.
I thought I’d broken it and for the next two minutes I suffered the exquisite afterglow of an exceptional toe blow.
It’s tender where it struck and skin’s abraded. That two minutes of hate-this-pain was an experience. Never again was the Yelp gist of that.
My stupid body is already fucked; I needn’t speed it with errant clothes flickery.
Slow down, take care. There’s only one me and as far as I know the universe ends when I go.