What's your worst nightmare? Aside from dying in a firey plane crash or being buried alive, mine is a (previously) irrational fear of ceiling fans falling and chopping me up into sushi while I sleep.
I came THISCLOSE to my worst fear this morning.
It was an otherwise ordinary morning. I woke up excited for the long holiday weekend, I popped out of my side of the bed to a hot new jam from NKOTBSB and hopped in the shower. K was still sleeping; he's on 4 10-hour shifts this week.
I was getting dressed in our walk-in closet when I heard the jarring and unmistakeable crash of glass smashing on a hard surface.
I dashed out of the closet (thatswhatshesaid) to see what the hell had happened.
K sat up in bed, wide-eyed and blinking. Apparently, the fan had spun so rapidly that it knocked loose one of the glass globes encasing the light bulbs, causing it to fall and smash K in the foot... and THEN smash to bits and pieces on the wooden stool at the foot of the bed.
I've never seen him wake so instantly.
What a way to start your day, huh? Half an hour later, we had cleaned up the glass and vacuumed the floor, all the while trying to wrangle the 3 cats away from the shards of glass, and all I could think was how grateful that he hadn't been hurt, that I hadn't been in the bed TOO, and that one of our kitties hadn't gotten annihilated by the glass orb hurdling through the air.
I'm not sure I'll ever sleep with the fan on again.