![]() I landed solidly on the top step, then continued down each step of the stairs, grabbing something to hold and moaning, until I reached the bottom. It wasn’t the surprise or all of the potential damage that haunted me, it was that I couldn’t stop once I started to fall. ![]() I woke up with a start, reliving it, a few times later. I could have broken a bone or thrown my back, but there was just a huge round bruise on my butt that took on all kinds of color and made me hurt walking for a few days. I looked at my keys and didn’t notice it until my feet flew out from under me. The steps to my porch were frosted, like an evil cake, with a slab of ice cream. ![]() ![]() I fell down a staircase about a month ago.
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