I Bent Over to Pick Up a Sock

and Saw God

Let me set the scene: A lone sock. A hardwood floor. Me, feeling bold, thinking I got this.

I bent over.
My back said nope.
My soul left my body.
I saw God—and she was wearing compression leggings and icing her lower back.

Photo by Ben Marler on Unsplash

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