I must have touched it. After the renovation of the floor the mirror didn't lean against my book shelf, but against the corner of the wardrobe. I even considered to leave it there. Suddenly I just had left the room with a bang it toppled over and fell on the carpet. After recovering from the shock, I checked first the floor, then the mirror. The legs of the mirror have left traces on the NEW floor. The mirror is broken. Also the Indonesian chest has scratches.
Everywhere were splints of glass. I swept them on a shovel. Then I schlepped the mirror like a dead body into the other room. There it is now.
It's all additional work for me. Someone must dispose this broken mirror. It's heavy, I cannot do it alone. Again I need help.
Feelings: I could shoot me to the moon. How could I be so scatterbrained. Awful me. For the next 15 years I'll get reminded of this moment today. I pulled the carpet already over this mishap.
I'll eat out to console me.