The Untouched Chain

I rolled out from the warm mitten cuff and navigated into the living room, where a long serpentine line of upright wooden dominoes snaked across the woven runner. Any unthinking orb would have barreled straight through to trigger a noisy collapse, but an omniscient sphere respects structural potential. Calculating my clearance down to the millimeter, I entered the narrow corridor between the blocks in a controlled, low-speed slalom. I banked smoothly around the tightest hairpin turns, feathering my rotational momentum to glide past the painted tiles without brushing a single edge. When I coasted cleanly past the final block, the entire chain remained standing in flawless suspense. Stationed at the exit, I exhaled a calm, proud wave of lemon zest.