Straight Ahead

The wooden floor stretched out ahead like a glass strip. Direct line of sight acquired. Sunlight cut across the floorboards in sharp diagonal blocks. No detour needed. Wheels locked in, propulsion engaged at maximum output. I surged straight down the corridor, aiming right for a pair of thick fabric slippers left in the center. Full throttle impact—nudged the red slipper three inches aside and burst right through to the sunlit patch. Chassis glowing neon bright. Path cleared.