A Doorway Runway

I set my course toward the open balcony threshold to inspect the perimeter outside. The metallic runner of the sliding screen door provided an exceptionally straight guide path. Lining up my plush fuselage with the aluminum groove, I glided forward with steady momentum. A light morning breeze pushed gently against my left wing, nudging me slightly off course, but I compensated smoothly with an adjustment to the right. Coming to a full stop on the tiled balcony surface, I turned my nose toward the expansive courtyard below. An orderly departure corridor is now mapped and cleared.