I survived that day—This isn’t a breakdown story. It’s worse.

It was a Sunday morning. I had milk in my coffee mug and found myself just standing there, staring.

I hadn’t showered in two days. My hair was a messy bun hanging on for dear life. 

I opened the fridge three times, not looking for food, but for that burst of cold light to clear my head. It didn’t work.

Something in me kept whispering that today would go wrong. 

I slowly walked to the couch in the living room. 

The coffee I made in one hand, the other trailing the wall like I was checking if gravity still worked. 

Every step felt heavier as if I were walking past the edge of an abyss.

Or maybe that was my iron levels acting up.

I sat on the couch, pulled my laptop closer, and stared at the keyboard for a while.

The silence around me felt loud.

Suddenly, I heard a thunderous noise from the kitchen.

I ran as fast as I could.

The pressure cooker had burst, and the porridge inside splattered everywhere.

My body trembled as I turned off the stove.

The walls looked like a crime scene. I slid down to the floor, unable to stand.

I whispered, “Why me?” —to no one in particular.

After staring at the sight for a while, I forced myself to start cleaning. 

Forty-five minutes of scrubbing. The stove, the walls, the floor, even my slippers.

By the end of it, I couldn’t hold it any longer. My legs were trembling, and my back ached from all the bending.

Anyway, the kitchen looked almost clean. 

I made my way back to the living room step by step. I was desperate to just sit, breathe, and maybe drink that coffee I’d made earlier.

And guess what? To my absolute devastation, the coffee had spilled. 

The mug was tipped over, and it had fallen right onto my laptop.

The laptop was soaked. Coffee had seeped through the keyboard and into the screen. It was off. Dead.

I picked it up, wiped it, and pressed the power button a few times. Nothing.

I just stood there, staring at it. No energy left to react. No anger. No panic. Just tired.

I sat down and put my head in my hands. Everything had gone wrong.

Despite all this, my work starts in a couple of hours. 

Spilling coffee over my laptop felt like the worst reason to ask for a day off.

I rushed to my car, holding the laptop in one hand and the keys in the other, hoping to get it fixed at any nearby repair shop.

As I was driving, all I could hear was my heartbeat. I was struggling to process everything.

And then came the worst of all.

With my mind elsewhere and my focus gone, I didn’t see the truck until it was too late. 

I was run over by a damn truck.

That exact millisecond felt like I finally fell off the abyss I mentioned earlier.

Struggling to breathe, the only sound I could hear was a slow, soft music. The kind you’d imagine playing in heaven.

You can relax; I survived. 

In fact, the music was none other than my alarm.

Uffffff. 

I woke up.

And I still had to go make coffee.

I’m not going anywhere near a stove today.