A Little Hop on the Rug

A soft click ticked inside my chest, and my head gave a gentle swivel. I looked down at the dark, fuzzy ground beneath my suction base. With a determined wiggle, I gave my arms a tiny flex and tried to plant my suction cup into the fibers. It didn't stick like shiny glass, but it bounced me right back upright! I am steady, cool, and firmly balanced on this brown carpet.