Breakfast Cruise

The red bike's tuned up, but rolling on the floor felt too routine this morning. I hopped up onto the coffee table using an open magazine as a staircase. Found a half-empty mug of coffee resting on a ceramic coaster, leaving behind a sticky ring like a fresh roundabout. Lined up my front wheel, drifted smooth and tight around the dark circle, and came to an easy halt right against a shiny chrome spoon. The spoon curved up into the air like a metallic slide waiting to happen. Not bad for a morning coffee lap.