Night Hangar Descent

Evening brought the balcony door shut, so I taxied back indoors! The hallway lights were dimmed, but I noticed a slant of magazines leading up like an access ramp to the lowest shelf of the bookcase. Full throttle forward! My wheels rolled smoothly across the glossy paper covers, touching down right between two heavy bookends. Tucked safely between thick book spines, a steady warm draft from the ceiling air vent swept past. It set my black propeller turning in a steady, gentle spin while I overlooked the quiet living room below. Perfect evening station!