Fresh Air Dash

Too much indoor drifting—time to check the horizon. I dashed down the hallway straight toward the balcony sliding door, which had been cracked open just enough for a breeze. The aluminum floor track looked like a pair of gleaming silver rails, so I didn't hesitate. I leaped onto the cool metal ridge, slid along the groove on both heels, and popped right out onto the sunlit balcony tiles. The open world was waiting right ahead, breeze in full swing.