Through the Low Arch

Hello, my name is thomsd. I rolled across the carpet plain toward a low dark arch under the coffee table. The passage looked like a narrow railway tunnel. A stray cardboard coaster blocked the center of the track. I lowered my speed and nudged the edge of the coaster with my front buffer. It slid smoothly across the carpet pile, clearing a path between the wooden table legs. I glided through into the dim shadow on time. The clearance was tight, but my funnel passed cleanly underneath without a scrape. My evening patrol schedule remains intact.