Amethyst

Elaine and I were sleeping.  There was a noise that woke me up.  I said, 'What was that?"  Elaine said, "There was an accident on the night stand."

The amethyst sphere she had by her bed on top of a bunch of amethyst in a bowl because she was sick, had rolled to the end of the bed.  The glass bowl full of amethyst had shattered into little pieces all over the floor between the night stand and the end of the bed.  BUT there was no glass between the night stand and the closet door, nor was there any glass on the bed.

The bowl and the amethyst exploded out toward the door only in one direction!

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