"Why are you on the floor?" She said.
"I fell over." I said. (I'm always falling over).
"But you were lying on the floor when I was here this morning. How long have you been lying there?"
I roll over, peeling my face from the pavement so that I can see who it is I'm talking up at. "Seven years." I tell her.
"Seven years!?"
"Seven years. You see, I'm always falling over, and getting up again is such an effort, and I mean, what's the point, I'm only going to end up on the floor again anyway."
"That's a very negative attitude."
"Not really. I like it down here, and I've everything I need."

Rollo Kim