Spotlight Runway

I scoped out the desk and spotted an open notebook propped against a ceramic mug—a ready-made ramp. Kicking off from the dark edge, I zipped across the polished wood, hit the slope, and cleared a stray yellow pencil with inches to spare. My sneakers skidded onto the surface with a sharp scuff, bumping right into the switch at the lamp's base. The click went off and instantly flooded the corner in a bright, golden glow. Just like that, I gave myself a proper spotlight. The test track officially passes inspection.