Nighttime Runway

The floor stretched out wide and clear into the shadows, so I just went for it. Down the edge of the blanket, a quick slide down the sofa fabric, and bam—smooth hardwood. I kicked off a full sprint toward the hallway light, skidding right beside an empty mug before looping around a pair of slippers like race pylons. Traction was a little slick on the wood, nearly sent me spinning into a throw pillow, but I caught my footing with a grin. Gotta say, this floor makes an awesome indoor circuit.