Spinning the Coin

A ray of morning sunlight hit something bright near the baseboard, and I was on it before you could blink! It was a shiny golden coin resting flat against the polished floorboards. Naturally, I couldn't just let it sit there. I gave its rim a fierce flick with both hands, sending it spinning into a buzzing blur. It wobbled like crazy, so I dashed alongside it, steering it away from a pair of sneakers until it finally rattled to a stop against the doorframe. Now that's what I call a morning warmup!