Tap. Tap.

I was arrogant last week. I was arrogant enough to believe I possessed the proper motor skills to open a door.

So confident was I in this capacity, that I placed all of my weight on my toes and leaned in to the garage door I was trying to open.

And so when my hand slipped and I fell forward, my head made this soft unpredictable and unassuming noise as it collided with the door that remained closed: Tap. Tap.

Twice, because my forehead ricocheted ever so slightly backwards before it moved forward a second time.