i slowly crawl over my pillows and swing a leg over the alarm clock and down to the first step. making sure that total balance has been attained, my 2nd appendage comes down and joins the first. at this time, i am conscious of the window at my back and the possibility of me falling to my death. next, i look to see if my chair is postitioned properly for the descent down to the safe ground. with the agility of a monkey with a gymnastic background, i step down once more and swing myself around the post and down to my chair. if one hand is misplaced, if one toe slips, i could go crashing into the tv area, and end ass up by the garbage can disturbing the whole equilibriumistic symbiosis of the dorm room...
so, as you can see, everytime i climb down from my bed, i am risking my life. especially if i'm wearing socks of the slippery variety. i have to maintain my composure and stability when leaving my loft or i just might fall and dislocate a hip or something. luckily though, i am short enough that if i sit up in bed, i won't hit my head on the ceiling. so, i'm safe there. but still... i never thought taking a nap could possibly end up in disaster.


Slapped up here on 10/17/2001 06:41:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...