You would think that at my age I would know better than to walk around in the dark. Duh....turn on a light......that's why we have them. But no! I have to be a dork, walk downstairs in the dark while half asleep, miss the last step and half stumble, half walk and smack, face first into the bathroom door. I was lucky that I didn't fall and break a body part. Now, because it was dark, due to the lights not being turned on (I didn't want to wake hubby up) and because he was fast asleep upstairs in his bed, hubby John didn't get to see me whack myself. I know he would have expressed compassion and concern, and then given me proper you-know-what.....between the fits of laughter! Will I do it again? Probably! You know what they say. There's no fool like an old fool!
The Door In The Dark
In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don't pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.