On My Feet

Lying flat on this textured beige carpet wasn't really my style. I felt a sudden buzz down to my toes, gave my arms a swift push, and sprang right up into a low crouch. Right next to where my head had been resting, there was a tiny grey plastic block sitting quietly in the fibers. I flicked it with one gloved finger and watched it skate a few inches across the rug. Not a bad start at all.