there is a shard of broken coffee cup on the wooden floor next to my bed. it's small and green with brown speckles. sharp, too. i thought about picking it up. i still remember it's there, so i'm cautious lately. but, i i'll step on it eventually. probably after waking from some bad dream and can't sleep. i'd be getting up to brew some coffee or tea. then step on it, suddenly, just like that. and then, throbbing, i'd forget all about any nightmares. fall asleep unbandaged on bloodied sheets, sweetly. sort of crooked and smiling.