Hallway Tennis

Spotted a stray neon tennis ball resting against the baseboard in the hallway. Decided to see how it rolled. Wound myself up with a quick shimmy, gained momentum, and bumped full-tilt into its side. The ball zipped across the polished floorboards, clunked off the lower trim of the front door, and came curving right back toward me. I braced, caught the rebound against my fuzz, and nudged it back across the hall. Kept up a solid three-bounce rally before the ball finally spun off-target and wedged safely into the toe of an old sneaker. Solid morning drill.