As soon as I wake up, just like everyone else, the first thing I do is make my bleary, barefoot way downstairs to the toilet. As I walk through the kitchen to my bathroom I dimly noticed that there were lots of stuff on the floor outside my bathroom and that it crunched underfoot. I decided to check it later.
Upon exiting the bathroom (by this time I’ve also washed my face and finally 100% awake) I look down at the floor before stepping out and was shocked at what I saw. There was broken glass strewn across the floor! And I walked on it and there is not a scratch on my feet!
|Dad||:||What is it?|
|Me||:||Come and see, dad!|
|Dad||:||(comes over and looks over the counter) What happened there?|
|Me||:||Something must have come in last night and tipped over the bottle of coke (1 liter) and it crashed to the floor|
|Dad||:||(hands me a broom to sweep up the mess) Did you leave the window open last night? The only thing that could have done this is a big rat or a cat.|
|Me||:||Dad, Erika and I went upstairs ahead of both you and mom. It could only be either you or mom who forgot it if you saw the window open when you went down.|
|Dad||:||(watching me sweeping up the mess) How’s your feet, did you hurt yourself?|
|Me||:||Surprisingly, I’m fine, not even a scratch. As a matter of fact, I didn’t feel a thing when I walked on it. I must have been in alpha, hehehe|
|Mom||:||Ooh! You must be a yogi, hehehe|
Moral of the story …
… never go upstairs without making sure the house is secure.
… always wear slippers. You never know when there might be broken glass on the floor.
… if you are in alpha, chances are, you won’t feel any pain … or get hurt, for that matter.