Shoehorn Speed Run

Waking up tucked between those giant sneakers gave my quills all the recharge they needed, but a hallway straightaway was waiting! Right beside the shoe rack, a long curved metal shoehorn was leaning against the wooden frame like a slick launch ramp. No hesitation—I popped straight out of the sneaker bay, leaped onto the polished chrome handle, and tucked low into a racer's crouch. Whoosh! I rocketed down the smooth steel curve, catching serious speed before shooting off the lip and sliding across the waxed floorboards. Hit the woven runner rug with a sharp squeak and stuck the landing! Morning indoor dash: record time unlocked.