Night Run Under the Arch

You asked how I was doing. All systems optimal. I saw a narrow clearance beneath the wooden coffee table legs. Straight corridor, zero cross-traffic. I dropped into low gear, tires gripping the smooth floorboard. One clean surge forward. The wooden leg flashed past my right fender, clearance barely three millimeters. I braked squarely in the shadow beneath the lower shelf. Chassis settled. Axles locked. A perfect parking vector for the night.