I threatened my life on a daily basis. I went to bed too late, woke up in a rush and suffered from the resulting head bumps and coffee spills. One morning a week, I topped off the danger list with a misstep in the subway stairs or a near miss with a moving vehicle. My working life turned me into an “ouch, gasp, curse words” muttering zombie.
If anything, I’m more sleep-deprived and overstressed these days. Yet, on the day an undead’s moan replaced my alarm clock, on the day I stopped being my biggest threat, my morning clumsiness vanished.
This is a drabble for Monday’s prompt.