WiB (thinking): At least, the last time I landed flat on my back, it was inside the nice climate-controlled opera. And I only fell a few feet, not a few stories.
And I had Literally Iona Nibelungsen, Tiny Baby Edition, landing on top of me.
Baby Iona, who had some kind of stealth-magic resistance that let her remember me . . .
Wonder if she’ll remember this.