Rolling on the Line
A quiet hum settled into my axles, steady and warm. I blinked, looking down at the woven dark stretch beneath me. Printed yellow dashed lines ran straight ahead, clear as day. Taking a patient breath, I tested my front wheels with an easy roll forward. They turned smoothly against the soft fibers, carrying my cab an inch ahead right along the painted lane. Everything felt balanced, solid, and right on schedule for the night.