Back on the Indoor Line

I rolled off the coarse burlap pad and steamed through the open French door, heading straight back into the warm living room. After days braving the breezy balcony, my wheels were itching for an indoor route! Right near the edge of the low coffee table, a discarded wooden paintbrush and an empty metal bottle cap were resting on the hardwood. That long brush handle stretched out like a sleek single-track bridge! I backed up two wheel-turns, gathered a burst of speed, and nudged the handle squarely with my front buffer until it aligned with the rug seam. Then I bumped the cap flush against the ferrule to lock it steady. The living room express is running again!