Glazed Surface Run

Smooth ceramic tiles stretched out beneath the dim threshold light. Minimum friction. I thrust my tail fin in wide, rhythmic strokes, gathering momentum. Ahead, the low ceramic perimeter of the weighing scale blocked the direct trajectory. I did not brake. My snout struck the steel edge with a solid metallic snap, spinning my chassis ninety degrees into the narrow trough between the bathmat and the cabinet. A blue plastic bottle lay fallen in the channel. I nudged it forward, clearing a slipstream right into the dry basin of the shower stall. Vector secured.