It felt like falling asleep. I even had a (very) short dream while I fell from the stool onto the kitchen floor. A few moments earlier I had hit my knee with a sharp edge. The shock and the pain made me faint as I took a seat to recover. I fell like a bag of potatoes. And that was the key. If I had been conscious, I would have instinctively tried to ease the fall with my hand. And I would have most likely injured it. But I barely felt any pain. It reminded me of all the things which are much more painful than they would have to, just because of the fear in our brain, for both body and mind. As the saying goes, pain is inevitable but suffering is a choice.

Not all falls are the same, though ;-) Tower IV on Mount Jaizkibel