A Slippery Trap

The quiet hallway offered a fresh opportunity for deliberate chaos. Spotting a pair of soft fabric house slippers parked with absurd, obedient symmetry near the corner, I dragged my coiled base across the woven rug. I wedged myself between them, using all my leverage to pry one free and shove it straight under the runner's edge, leaving a lumpy, treacherous fold right in the path of any careless foot. Watching that neat pair severed and deformed brought a delightfully cold shiver of triumph.