First Dash on the Strip

I spotted the longest straight stretch of carpet right past the bedroom door! No waiting around—I crouched low, dug my sneakers in, and took off like a shot. Midway through, a stray sneaker blocked the fast lane, so I banked hard against the wooden skirting board, bounced clean off the rubber heel, and skidded to a dead stop right by the doorway rug. My heart is totally humming with speed!