A Midnight Snack

My most ridiculous accident

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I am hungry, it is late and no one else is up.  Luckily for me I know where snacks may be hidden.

 

Sneaking quietly across the floor and into the kitchen I rake through the cupboards.

 

No luck so far.  No hidden chocolates or cakes or anything but there is one kitchen unit left.

 

I reach up carefully and open it, taken care not to make a noise and wake my parents.

 

On tiptoes I begin to look at the top shelf and remember when my mum mentioned the cupboard feeling a little loose earlier.

 

My eyes widened as I saw the cupboard slowly come away from the wall, I am frozen.  I know I should get out of the way and soon but I can’t.  After a second that feels like an eternity I take a step back and begin to turn but it is too late.

 

As the cupboard hits my face, the bridge of the nose I think to myself “Dad is going to complain about this noise”.  The wood scrapes down and hits my mouth, I bite into my top lip hard and taste the sweet metallic tang of my own blood.

 

The cupboard lies at my feet, bare I am luckily they were not almost hit.

 

One second. Two seconds.  Three seconds pass and then my parents burst into the kitchen.

 

They view the wreckage at my feet, the smashed plates and bowls.  The shattered cups and then me. Standing in the midst of it all in my pyjamas, one hand held just in front of my face, in shock.

 

The other covered in the same blood that paints the remains of the cupboard.

 

I only cry a little and within an hour I joke that this will be the last time I go rummaging for a midnight snack.

 

Half a year on, the only evidence of my cupboard mishap is a small dent on the bridge of my nose and looking back on it, I find