First Boing

My toes twitched. Just like that, the slouch was gone. I kicked a shiny foot out, felt the carpet give way, and spotted a springy metal doorstop sticking out from the wall. Couldn't resist. I pushed off, darted my glove out, and flicked the tip. Boing! It rattled with a sweet metal hum, buzzing right through my fingers. Now that's what I call a running start.