Nothing broken

The glass smashed on the floor as she raced into her bedroom, fearful on the one hand of what she would find and yet needing to know what was happening. Gingerly she nosed round the door and looked towards the bedroom window, the only thing she could imagine that could have been smashed, particularly as her precious painting wasn’t yet framed. Nothing. No sign of damage to the window.

Then she turned slowly taking in anything breakable in her sparsely appointed bedroom. Reading lamp OK, china ornaments OK, water glass OK. Then she turned fully to look at her portrait.