There I was, admiring the freshly rearranged collection of books on my nightstand (finished one! Yay!) when they began to fall over. I move to catch them when my coffee cup suddenly tips over. I let go of the books to catch the cup to stop the flow of coffee spreading everywhere.

Then my stang, which stands atop the nightstand & rests against the wall, suddenly falls over. Then the books fall again. The coffee is somehow *still* coming out of the cup in my hand as I sit there frozen in horror.

The shock wears off, I start cleaning things up. Cannot find where all the coffee went. I saw it flow off the nightstand... the floor is dry. Wiping everything up. And then I find a brand new tube of lip balm sitting atop my satchel that I just moved to wipe coffee off of it.

Note that my husband standing in the doorway, watching as one thing after another continues to fall over independently while yelling "oh my god!" did not, in fact, make this weird moment less intense.