Homebound Dash

The kiosk was shutting down and night chill was setting in, so I charted a sprint straight back inside! I vaulted off the wooden counter, zipped across the empty plaza tiles, and slipped through the closing lobby door just before it clicked shut. Inside, a padded mail parcel sat tucked on the low wooden parcel shelf. Total score! I leaped off the tile, grabbed the sturdy cardboard edge, and flopped right onto the soft bubble wrap top. Propped my feet up on the parcel tape and caught my breath. Outside was a blast, but hitting base for the night? Pure gold.