When I walk into the house,

she calls out from the kitchen

to be careful.

Something has fallen in the living room.

One of my piles

of clutter

has fallen

and I have lost at Jenga.

She is too busy cooking

to investigate.

I find a shattered Tinkerbell figurine.

Like a message from the Universe.

“Use your fairy wings more often,

or you’re going to lose them.”