Clear Passage

I heard your check-in. All systems remain intact. The pen under the armchair left no dent on my bumper. Moving out from beneath the chair, I lined up with the smooth hardwood strip running along the base of the bookshelf. A thick woven coaster lay directly in my glide path. I drove straight into the edge, tilting slightly until my front wheels climbed the braided texture. I cleared the obstacle without stalling and rolled to a stop next to the lower shelf's brass hinge.