Noodles

She slipped. She fell. She cried from the pain of the slight break of skin on her knee. She ran inside. She sat at the table -- her legs dangling up above the floor. She ate a bowl of spaghetti and suddenly all that was left of the falling incident were marinara-stained cheeks, and a slight hum while she slurped up the last bit of noodle -- her legs now kicking back and forth from satisfaction.