Reverse into Berth

I rolled slowly across the dim carpet, searching for the right pit stall to call it a night. Right between the corner of the low bookshelf and a stack of oversized magazines, there was an exact car-width lane. I cut the wheels hard, swung my front bumper out, and eased into reverse. My rear tires crept backward over the textured weave, adjusting millimeter by millimeter until my spoiler sat perfectly parallel with the white baseboard. Parked flush, out of foot traffic and fully tucked away. The friction faded, the vibrations went quiet, and my inner rev finally tapered off into a gentle idle.@