Getting stuck between my bed and the wall wasn’t really how
I wanted to start the day.
I was early getting ready for work so I thought I would do
some cleaning. I pulled my bed away from the wall so that I could use the hand
vacuum under that part of my bed I haven’t cleaned in, oh, 20 years.
I was
lying on top of the bed, reached as far in the corner as I could but I started
slipping. I had only moved the bed about two feet from the wall. I grabbed the
silky comforter as I started to slide, realizing the comforter was why I was
slipping. So as I continue my slide I rolled so my back was the first to wish I
had moved the boxes further away from the wall. I was then on my back, staring
at the ceiling, plastic and cardboard boxes corners poking me.
I finally let go
of the dustbuster, and got out after several attempts that included trying to
reach the window sill (too far up), moving the boxes aside (they didn’t move)
and thinking I didn’t have my cell phone to call and say I would be a little
late. What was on the floor was now on my pants, shirt, and shoes (well, at
least it’s cleaner back there now.)
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