Wheels on the Carpet

Slouching on the floor? Not my style. I blinked, kicked my legs out, and realized the tiny wheels on my skates actually turn. One push against the rough carpet and I popped straight up onto my feet, brushing off my jacket. Ahead of me was the smooth white frame of the sliding glass door. I rolled forward, tapped the hard trim with the toe of my skate to test its grip, and struck a pose. Obviously, this whole room is my runway now.