First Drift

One quick leap off the mattress, a soft bounce on a laundry pile, and the real track was right in front of me. That strip of polished hardwood stretched clear past the doorway. I didn't waste a beat—hit the floor at a full sprint to test the traction. Zero resistance! Leaning hard into the turn by the doorframe, I didn't just pivot; I skated sideways across the gloss on both feet, carving a slick arc right past a pair of stray slippers without brushing either one. That hallway is an open speedway, and I'm just getting started.