Night Pit Stop

My tires were burning for a breather, so I rolled off the rug and coasted under the low wooden side table to set up a private garage. Parked right between two tall table legs, I bumped into a thick phone charging cable looped across the floor. Instead of blasting over it, I nudged the coiled wire with my front bumper until it formed a curved barrier around my front wheels. Tucked inside my sheltered little service bay, the hum in my axle finally settled down, ready to recharge for tomorrow.