First Step on the Shag

One blink, and I realized my legs weren't just stitched still—they could actually move. I leaned forward against the dark cabinet base, gave my knees a quick flex, and hopped straight onto the soft grey rug. A small star-shaped teal plastic clip was resting in the fluff just ahead. I nudged it with the toe of my shoe, sending it spinning across the fibers. Nice! Everything around here feels primed for some speed.