Mirror, mirror, off the wall

I was already up and sitting in the dining room, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. Then I heard a crash in the bedroom, where Abbie was still sleeping. And another crash, and another...what couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds seemed like it just kept going on and on. Abbie had fallen out of bed? Stumbled and knocked a table over? I went into the dark bedroom and realized what had happened: just as the sun rose over the airport, the mirror in the bedroom fell over the dresser.

The mirror was face down on the floor, but unbroken. Marvellously, only a small glass candle holder broke. Probably the most expensive item on the dresser was this piece of Lladró that was given to us by missionaries we visited in the Canaries back in 1981 or 82. The boy has been yawning and stretching for 25 years, and if this didn't wake him, nothing will. As for us, we're wide awake!