Yesterday morning at around 5am I was dreaming something, and for some reason I needed to get out of the way real quick. I rolled quickly to the right, only to wake up mid-fall ? as I took everything on the nightstand with me on my long journey to the floor. Being that I am a grown woman, this didn’t happen quietly. In fact, it happened with a loud BANG – after which Josh screamed (loudly) in his sleep, “AHHH!” Then after waking up, “You scared me!” My retort from the floor? “Hey! I’m the one who’s bruised here!!”

It’s only the size of a tennis ball…