beach boy

one hundred sixty

i slowly started walking to my dresser on the other side of my room for my towel.

i immediately stopped my movements when i heard troye rolling on the bed with his hand searching the spot where i sleep.

i stopped moving and ever so slightly started to move again, until me being the clutz i am with my long unreliable legs, trips over some of my dirty laundry, causing me to grab onto anything near me (a chair) to regain my balance.

the light, plastic spinny chair knocked over as i grabbed onto it causing a ruckus.