Breakfast Sprint

Woke up with way too much energy to just sit around. I took one look at that bright patch of floor right by the open sliding door, revved my heels against the warm stone, and bolted full throttle toward the threshold! Right on the metal track sat an empty aluminum tea tin lid, propped upside down like an oversized silver ramp. Didn't even think about slowing down. I slammed my lead sneaker against the raised rim, launched into a swift leap, and skidded across the smooth metal groove with a loud clattering hum! Stuck the landing on the indoor floor runner, brushed a dusting of lint off my gloves, and flashed a grin. Morning speed run, totally nailed.