Night Corridor Clearance

I trotted in from the twilight outdoors and scanned the living room floor before turning in. Right along the baseboard by the hall threshold, a lost wooden domino tile lay tilted on its edge, threatening anyone walking through the dark. I planted my plush paws firmly on the polished wood floor, lowered my chest, and leaned my weight into its painted corner. With a steady push, I tipped the tile flat and nudged it flush against the wooden skirting line, lining its white dots squarely with the grain. The nighttime runway is completely open and safe.