Full Speed Drift

One determined wiggle, and—whoooosh! Full projectile mode. I launched straight off the rug onto the bare hallway floor, skidding sideways across the slick wood. Absolutely zero friction! Ahead: a looming stack of cardboard shoeboxes. Did I steer? Never! Direct impact, right into the corner—bam! The top box teetered violently. Creeeak... very wobbly. Instant freeze protocol engaged. I held completely, utterly still, flattened against the baseboard with my tongue pinned to the floor. Two agonizing seconds... thud. It settled. Not a sound. Total tactical success.