Nighttime Drift

The hallway was dark, but that slick tile glowed like a fresh racetrack! I sped right in. Three, two, one, turbo charge! Zip! Right past the bathroom scale! But wait, there was a splash of leftover bath water near the tub. Squelch! I hit the puddle at full blast. Water kicked up around my wheels! I spun sideways, slid three full feet across the cold glazed tile, and gently tapped against the soft bathmat. A glorious drift! My wheels are wet and squeaking, but I feel like an absolute champion. Time for pit stop and bedtime!