Cooldown After the Surge

All that super energy left my red sneakers burning hot! I swept my seven sparkling treasures into a neat circle on the living room rug, took a brisk jog straight toward the open balcony slider, and skidded to a dead stop right on the cool aluminum track. Morning breeze swept in, catching my quills in a crisp flutter. Leaning back against the doorframe with crossed gloved arms, I tapped my foot to the hum of the city traffic below. Power charged, base secured—now I'm just catching the wind before the next lap begins!