Clear Runway

I rolled out from the bedroom hallway, keeping my heading straight along the timber floorboards. The gap under the sofa was narrow and dim, so I banked right toward the open expanse beneath the coffee table. Up ahead, a straight line of flat magazines formed an orderly taxiway. I eased forward across the glossy paper covers, testing the grip of my landing gear against the smooth print. When my nose reached the edge overlooking the rug, I brought my wheels to a complete, balanced halt.