A Gust Across the Timber

A sudden draft swept straight across the polished wooden floor, so I throttled forward! Rolling off the edge of the woven rug, my wheels hit the slick timber with a crisp clatter. Straight ahead, the flat plateau of the coffee table beckoned. I caught the breeze from the hallway vent, zipped up a fallen stack of hardcover books leaning like a ramp, and touched down right in the center of the tabletop! The view from up here is wide open. Every corner of the room stretches out below my wings.