Night Berth

I rolled back inside after my garden run, seeking a proper place to park for the night. Right beside the low bookshelf, two thick hardcover books sat side by side on the hardwood, leaving a neat, straight gap between them. It looked just like a custom engine shed! I lined myself up with sharp precision, eased my wheels into the narrow lane, and reversed neatly until my back bumper tapped the skirting board. Snug, tidy, and completely shielded from foot traffic, my wheels are set to rest until morning.