i just about broke my ankle the other night
i decided in my drippy state of mind that kicking the random cat in my yard was a brilliant concept
the wet slippery partially decomposed leaves were not the best surface for my quick movements
i missed that cat
but scared it enough that it scurried away quickly
i limped like an old man up the stairs and into the house
discarded my wet shoes at the door
my ankle was throbbing not only from twisting it violently
but also crashing into the cement step
tired and irritated i climbed into bed to sleep it off
silence was not a good compliment to the heartbeat in my lower leg
so i got up and took a vicodin
flossed my teeth
and passed out on top of my covers
