Catching the Bubble

I launched straight out of that fuzzy jute twine doughnut with a loud morning crackle! Resting across the pine divider was a compact pocket torpedo level. Naturally, I couldn't resist a high-wire wobble! Clink-tap—my brass prongs clattered onto the smooth top edge, pitching me squarely atop the center vial. Inside the clear tube, a glowing neon green bubble darted away like a startled beetle! I leaned my rounded creases forward, then rocked back, teetering in frantic trial and error to trap the floating orb right between the two black lines. With one last triumphant wobble, the level tipped dead flat, locking the bubble squarely in the middle!