I lay on the floor for a few seconds as the fluorescent light burns my eyes. I slowly crawl along the floor, my body stiff and aching with each inch that I crawl. I reach my chair and hold onto it for support as I pull myself up in order to sit myself back down. My head throbs at the sides, my vision is blurred as I mop away the blood that trickles down my face.
I feel nauseous and want to lay my head on the table, but I fight the urge and force myself to sit up. I see that Coach is putting each of our four pawns back into the starting position to begin a new game. He calmly chews his gum as he neatly lines up the pawns. Helen unravels cellophane from a new pair of dice and practices throwing her dice as if she was a major league pitcher warming up in the bullpen. I shake my head and try to straighten my posture, fighting the urge to rest.
Coach breaks the silence and tells me to throw my dice. I always forget that winners get the first throw.
I pick the dice up and shake them in my hand. I let the dice hit the board with the snap of my wrist. As they tumble along the board, I hope for a good throw.
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