Today I fell down the stairs.

It was a solemn morning and birds were chirping as I arose from my slumber. Dew had ridden the blades of grass throughout the meadow. My slippers were awaiting me by the side of my bed as I slid my tootsies into them. I could smell the scrumptious aroma of raspberry infused pastries. It felt like I could already taste the warm dough sizzling in my mouth. I promptly skedaddled to the staircase. Each step was another giant leap towards triumph. Then it happened. A slight miscalculation. The one step that changed EVERYTHING. A blood curling scream left my vocal folds. It was like I was the center of one of the universe's sick jokes! I then dislocated my right scapula.