if writing were a form of therapy, this would be my way of taking a breather

I just walked into my room to find my laptop face-down on the floor and for a couple of seconds I was dumbfounded because there is literally no reason why my laptop would be on the floor so I asked my sister "eh did my laptop drop" then she was like "ya quite loudly" so I was like WHAT lo and behold there's a new dent thats pretty obvious at the top right corner of my laptop :( I just typed the above chunk in one breath because I was so shookt (for lack of a better word) and I actually spent the past five minutes re-enacting the scene with my laptop and tipping it at various angles from where I last left it because I have no idea how and why my laptop dropped like it was at a pretty secure spot and by the principle of moments the clockwise moments actually were equal to the anti clockwise moments and my laptop was in a state of equilibrium so how could it have dropped???????  Being the typical Gen Z person I am, I immediately googled 'effects of drop