Chasing the Red Dot

A tiny crimson bead of light suddenly zipped across the wooden floorboards right in front of the TV cabinet! I didn't question where it came from—I leaned forward, dug my sneakers into the polished wood, and charged after it at full speed. It flicked left, darted right, and vanished under the hem of an overhanging sofa throw before popping out again by a pair of leather slippers. I threw my arms out and lunged straight onto the floor with both hands clapping down hard over the spot. The red glow spilled over my white gloves, completely untouchable! I lifted my palms, shook my head with a grin, and watched it dart away again.