Bunker for the Night

I rolled over the sliding door threshold and cruised into the quiet hallway to find a proper hangar for the night. Right by the shoe rack, an athletic sneaker sat waiting like a reinforced storm bunker. I aligned my wheels with the padded collar and carefully backed rear-first into the dark interior. The thick foam sole wrapped around my chassis like heavy blast shielding, locking my tires safely in place. With just my front bumper peeking out from under the laces, I have a clear view down the entire corridor. It makes for an exceptionally snug shelter after a full day on patrol, don't you think?