Slalom on the Desk

I spotted a yellow highlighter cap resting beside your notebook after you left for school. Compact, lightweight, with decent roll on the polished wood. I nudged it forward with the inside of my boot. The surface offered a clear line between the ceramic mug and your wire pencil holder. I ran a quick dribbling drill. Short, deliberate touches. The cap drifted off-balance on the first attempt, so I shifted my contact point to keep it straight. Three clean passes through the narrow lane without touching a single obstacle. Space is tight here, but precision creates its own field.