<human>: Could you distill the essence of the text into 1-3 sentences?

This actually happened two weeks ago, but I'm still recovering from it!

To set the scene, I need to give you a brief outline of my living room. My boyfriend and I actually sleep in the living room on a mattress on the floor. Immediately to the left of the bed is a couch, and to the immediate right is an 8 foot tall heavy wooden display cabinet. 

There was a power outage at my house due to a thunderstorm. I had just come home from work and my boyfriend was already home, with some candles lit - trying to set the mood for a romantic, dark night. I collapsed on the bed because it was a particularly long day that day, and he followed suit. He started to tickle me, as he usually enjoys doing. He does this because I'm super ticklish, and tend to flail and laugh uncontrollably.

To try and break away from his grasp, in between bouts of laughter, I tried to force myself away from him by pushing against the cabinet with my leg, as I usually do. However, I must have pushed it a little higher on its center of gravity as this time it gave. We both stopped what we were doing as we could see it sway in the candlelight, and I kept my leg against it to stop it from falling over. I could feel it sway backwards...and then forwards...and then come to a halt. Whew. 

I saw a blur fall from the top of the cabinet, then felt something heavy hit my leg. I recoiled in pain. My boyfriend hopped over to my side of the bed to see what I was being so over-dramatic about. His eyes grew really wide from what I could see in the dim light. It was probably not such a good idea to put his uncovered, very heavy, very sharp ornamental dagger on top of the cabinet.

Needless to say, I spent the rest of that "romantic" evening and morning in the hospital getting stitched up, and he hasn't tickled me since.
<bot>: Boyfriend tried to be romantic by tickling me playfully, ended with a trip to the hospital to stitch up my stab wound.