Sylvia said, "What a thrill."

This afternoon, washing dishes, running soapy silverware and plastic plates under steamy hot water. I scrubbed a steak knife too hard and it slipped, the blade catching my index finger and running hard across it. Not enough to make it bleed, but enough to make me yelp out loud. "Ow!" But I'd said it on automatic, out of surprise, not pain, because as soon as the word was out of my mouth I realized it hadn't hurt at all. It felt good. It felt so good.