A Ripe Jackfruit

Baaaaaappppp!!
Toes found their way into the folds of the pyjamas legs.
Momentum's law applied, leg tried hard to lift up, but alas, failed!
Instability ensued, body swayed left.
Like a ripe jackfruit falling to the ground, the klutzy giant found itself on the floor.
The cold, hard tiled floor!
The left pelvic and elbow bone landed the hardest.
A brief moment of numbness, then pain synapses fired rapidly to the brain.
The backbone crouched into a fetal position, almost immediately.
The face muscles contracted, the eyes squinting, the voice chords tried, in vain, to work.
Thirty seconds passed.
The idiot box continued to play.
Another ten seconds passed.
Hand reached to rub the hardest hit bones.
Slowly, the tumbled giant rose, face crumpled in pain.
The music from the idiot box beckoned, a little comfort for that painful episode!