A Dash Along the Baseboard

Stood still. Watched the dark hallway until the coast looked clear. Then—sprint! Scuttled low across the bare floorboards and slipped straight behind the heavy wooden bookshelf. Tight fit. Smells like dry paper and ancient dust back here. Dug my hook into a discarded metal paperclip resting against the wall molding. Kept it. A fine anchor for this new cove.