"Well, at least I'm not a blubber-ball anymore..." Mary mutters as she looks at the rather long drop from the wreck of the bed to the floor before deciding to hazard it and jump out onto the carpeting.
She lands with a squeakish grunt, but otherwise unharmed. ((Okay, time to evaluate.)) She thinks. ((I'm teeny, tiny, terribly adorable, and vulnerable. Thank God I don't own a cat. Oh well. Privacy of one's own home, eh?))
She hops out of her bedroom through the slightly open door to appreciate her new perspective on her home.