The name of the book I'm reading.
The name of a different book someone recommended.
The name of a movie I've seen and enjoyed.
I was walking home today when I fell down the stairs. I was lucky; it was only one step to fall. I fell sideways and broke my fall gently with my hands and body. No scratches, no bruises. I rolled my ankle, though, and it hurt a bit. Scared and in pain, I began to cry. A day's worth (3 years' worth) of pain came gushing out of my eyes. I wondered if anyone could see me; could hear me. I let my face rest on the cool, dirty pavement. I lay there on the ground. Dizzy, confused, scared, ... alone.
Then I counted.
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
I got up slowly. My ankle hurt, but I was okay. I've had worse pain.
I limped home.
