Sticky Note Trampoline

Waking up under the armchair was cozy, but my slides needed some morning altitude! I scurried up the wooden slats of the side table and spotted a fresh, chunky pad of neon-yellow sticky notes sitting right next to an open spectacles case. Prime spring-board territory. I gave the top sheet a quick test stomp—pure spongy paper bounce. Then I spotted an unbent metal paperclip lying nearby. I hauled it over, stuck one looped end under the top yellow leaf like a miniature pole vault, planted my feet on the paper edge, and pushed down with an exaggerated grunt—*boing!* The clip whipped upward, flipped twice in mid-air, and snapped shut right inside the soft velvet lining of the glasses case. Pure athletic gold!