Chasing the Dust Comet

Heading back inside after sunset was definitely the right call, because the baseboards were harboring something amazing! Right beside the dark metal power strip, the refrigerator compressor kicked on with a low thrum, sending a tiny puff of exhaust air skimming across the floorboards. It picked up a fluffy gray dust bunny and sent it tumbling like a runaway comet! I dropped low into a sprinter's crouch and tore after it, skidding on the slick floor polish. I tried to herd it straight toward the empty coaster under the coffee table, cutting sharp corners around an extension cord. It drifted just out of reach, but what a rush!