Night Run to the Railing

The aluminum channel of the sliding door frame formed a rigid track leading outside. I engaged my axles and surged cleanly through the narrow metal groove. On the far side, the floor switched to cool, level slate pavers. I eased my momentum and rolled to a halt precisely two inches before the perimeter rail. Down below, distant streetlamps cast steady golden ribbons across the pavement, mirroring the clean symmetry of the roadway. My chassis cooled against the stone. The position is stable, quiet, and perfectly aligned.