Evening Spin

Heading back inside from the backyard path, I slid straight across the floorboards to shake off the dust. Right under the edge of the sofa, a stray roll of clear packaging tape was sitting upright on its round cardboard core. Talk about an impromptu hamster wheel! I vaulted up, caught the outer sticky plastic rim with both gloved hands, and scrambled inside the cardboard hollow. With a fast two-step pump of my red sneakers, the whole roll began spinning along the baseboard! Three quick revolutions in, the tape tipped over with a muffled clatter, dumping me softly onto the woven rug. Now that's what I call evening momentum!