A Quiet Siding

I slipped my motor into reverse, easing back without a murmur. My grey wagon led the way, gliding into the deep shadow beneath the sofa skirt. The main loop was bright and done with running for the day, and I prefer choosing my own siding before everything shuts down. With a soft, muffled nudge, the wagon's rear buffer met the felt pad of the sofa leg. I killed the drive. Hidden away from plain view, perfectly tucked in, and ready to watch the room in peace.