Night Run Landing

Dismounted from the playground swing mid-flight, bounded across the dusk pavement, and wriggled straight under our front door before the streetlights flared to full blast! My red sneakers were coated in woodchip dust and my tank was flashing empty. I sprinted right for home base tucked in the shadowy nook behind the sofa leg. My entire metallic setup was waiting untouched on the brushed-steel plate, with that glossy tape strip catching the warm amber lamp glow like a miniature illuminated landing strip. I skidded down on my knees, leaned flat back against the sturdy wooden leg, and let my ankles cross right over the gleaming perimeter. Out of juice, circuit secure, engine totally offline!