Around the rim

That glass bowl wasn't going to climb itself. I kicked off hard, rounded the curved base, and sprinted full speed right up the slick lip. First lap, nearly slipped off the edge. Second lap, found the grip. By the third circle around the rim, I caught a glimpse of something gleaming at the bottom—a shiny brass paperclip resting inside. Nailed the landing right on the rim, crouched down, and eyed the prize below.