It happened late one night in a hotel room. I was staying with my two daughters in a room with two queen beds and a rather large lounge area. I awoke to get a drink of water. The walk in the dark to get this much needed h2o was uneventful. It was on my way back that things got a little dicey. I managed to walk around the chair parked in the middle of the lounge area only to stub my toe on the table. I very quietly whisper...ouch. I'm thinking about my toe when like a dream I find myself on the floor in my suitcase. My falling caused quite a loud crash....I hear MOM. MOM. I didn't respond to the first two mom's I was processing. Okay, looks like I'm in my suitcase; my right hand hurts like hell and the middle finger on my left feels like I jammed it into bowling ball that was too small and my toe hurts. MOM! ARE YOU OKAY? "I'm okay" I say. I get back into bed and fall asleep hydrated, in pain and dream of luggage.