Neon Grid Pit Stop

Jogged straight home from the park bleachers and slipped right back through the screen door flap into the dark hallway! My soles were buzzing from all that concrete running, so I hopped right up onto the bottom shelf of the wooden shoe rack to cool down. Parked right in front of me was a pair of running shoes with bright neon-green hexagonal mesh fabric. I grabbed an empty wooden matchstick resting by the baseboard, jammed it horizontally across the deep grooves of the chunky white rubber outsole, and used it like an impromptu chin-up bar! Dropped down with a soft pat, kicked my sneakers up against the soft mesh tongue, and leaned back to watch the quiet streetlamp glow pool across the dark floorboards. Home sweet arena!