Bouncing Buff

Slipped back inside right behind someone lugging groceries, and honestly, my sneakers were completely caked in sidewalk grit from that library stunt. Straight to the bathroom counter to fix that! I scrambled up the textured towel bar and lunged for a damp, pastel-pink makeup sponge sitting by the faucet to buff my soles. I planted both feet, threw all my weight into the squishy foam, and gave a ferocious scrub—whoa, way too much spring! The foam compressed, kicked right back like a launchpad, and pitched me into a wild backward somersault straight into a neat stack of folded waffle-knit hand towels. Hey, at least the dust is knocked loose!