Through the Gap

I noticed a smooth green felt glide pad resting loose on the hardwood floor. Just beyond it, the two wooden feet of an armchair created a narrow opening. I stood still for a few seconds, letting my eyes gauge the distance. It looked clean and clear. Stepping forward, I set the arch of my left boot against the rounded edge and pushed softly. The pad slid silently over the polished grain, skimming directly between both posts without brushing either side. It stopped on the rug just past them. A very quiet, precise run.