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Today, I noticed that I was falling.
I've been suspended in midair for so long that I'd gotten used to it, and while not exactly comfortable, I've always been one to like the air too hot or too cold, the TV so low that I have to strain to hear it, the bedside lamp just a little too dark to read, and my food just a little too spicy.
I caught the edge of something with a toe and down I went, hurtling to the ground in a sort of macabre dance that I can only say came from years of training. Your body remembers how to move like a machine and you snap up, hands out and knees pulled in tight, blurring and hazing and stroking over the harshness to come.
Anticipation
and
then
IMPACT.
Softening, even as the carpet fibres forever mingle with the skin cells of my hands and the knees of my jeans lose another losing battle with the pebbles hiding in nooks and crannies of this clean unsightliness.
The funny thing is, I uttered my ouches before I realized that it was simply out of habit. It didn't hurt a bit.
I've been suspended in midair for so long that I'd gotten used to it, and while not exactly comfortable, I've always been one to like the air too hot or too cold, the TV so low that I have to strain to hear it, the bedside lamp just a little too dark to read, and my food just a little too spicy.
I caught the edge of something with a toe and down I went, hurtling to the ground in a sort of macabre dance that I can only say came from years of training. Your body remembers how to move like a machine and you snap up, hands out and knees pulled in tight, blurring and hazing and stroking over the harshness to come.
Anticipation
and
then
IMPACT.
Softening, even as the carpet fibres forever mingle with the skin cells of my hands and the knees of my jeans lose another losing battle with the pebbles hiding in nooks and crannies of this clean unsightliness.
The funny thing is, I uttered my ouches before I realized that it was simply out of habit. It didn't hurt a bit.