Dying In The Living Room

(I’m sitting in the living room with my roommate when a thought occurs to me.)

Me: “I just realized, we have a living room! With actual space!”

Roommate: “Yes…?”

Me: “I can finally try to somersault again! I didn’t know if I could anymore…”

Roommate: “I feel like our downstairs neighbors wouldn’t appreciate—”

Me: *poorly somersaults* “OOF!”

Roommate: “Uh…”

Me: “I forgot something.”

Roommate: “What?”

Me: “I don’t own a tumble mat…”