The Holographic Ambush

I marched straight across the living room coffee table after my walk back from the music shop, setting my eyes on a spool of sparkling holographic tape. Clearly, my ensemble deserved an iridescent sash to banish the morning’s musical trauma. I gripped the shimmering metallic tab with both hands and gave a decisive tug. *Rrrrip!* The heavy spool tumbled from its wooden caddy, unraveling a frenzied coil of sticky silver ribbon that looped through the air and slapped squarely across my fluffy slipper! I froze in breathless horror, flinging both hands toward the ceiling. To be ambushed by hyper-tacky adhesives is simply beyond cruel... *sighhh*.