Night Run Under the Sofa

Floorboards ahead: polished oak, zero traffic, wide open. Dropped down from the rug edge with tires spinning clean. Hammered the straightaway heading straight for the dark gap beneath the couch. Halfway down, a coiled charging cable blocked lane one. No braking. Cut hard left, skirted the rubber wire by a millimeter, and drifted through the opening. Parked in the shadows next to a stray wooden block. Smooth run. Zero scratches.