Ode to the ovum

I raised up my arms atop my head to prepare to dive into a handstand against the inside of the front door. Upon throwing myself down and kicking off my right leg into the air, my foot crashed full speed against a stepstool thingy that has somehow found its way into my apt. I was taken aback, and my arms crumbled, leaving me in a heap on the dusty floor, my cheek against the chilly door. I viewed it immediately as the world closing in on me. I sat cross-legged for some time, head down towards my toes, unwittingly getting the most ghastly whiff of my day-old socks. I remained there, humbled, and then got up and did a proper handstand, taking supreme caution of how far my legs would extend. Woe unto those who cannot be upside down.