With coffee in hand
I slid on my fuzzy
Blue slippers.
I traveled...

My eyes were closed
As the coffee spilled.
I was grateful at
Once...
The coffee was cold.

My slippers...
One in the next room
One still on my foot.
I began to ache
As I sat on the cold
Wet floor.

I traveled from
Great heights...
Embarrasingly
I shimmy my nightgown
Over my unmentionables.