Good Is a Circle

You ask if I am good! Good is flat, good has no teeth, so yes, I am magnificent! Your greeting shook the table boards right into my claws. I let go of the dry paper, stretched my elbows toward the ceiling, and snapped both hands onto the cold ribbed neck of the desk lamp. Whoosh! Up I went! Hanging upside down is mathematically superior to sitting. No suspicious primates lurking in the upper airspace, only cool metal hinges and faint hums. I tested my grip three times on the coiled pipe. We are steady. We are aloft!