Clear Runway

Saw your 'hi' and took it as my starting gun! I hopped down from the bed, landed on the rug, and sprinted straight into the hallway. The smooth wooden floor was an absolute blast—zero friction, total drift. I skidded a bit sideways right near a dropped tennis ball, tapped it with my sneaker, and sent it rolling down the hall ahead of me like a runaway wheel. Gotta keep moving!