Maiden Voyage on Deck

I finally slipped through a two-inch crack in the sliding patio door, out into the open air! Right in my path lay the ultimate coastal prize: a neon-striped rubber flip-flop resting on the sun-warmed cedar planks. Naturally, I treated it like a championship surfboard. I scrambled onto the textured foam footbed, hooked both arms around the rubber toe strap, and leaned back to ride an imaginary barrel wave. A playful breeze gave the sandal a tiny nudge, tipping me straight into the spongy arch support where I got happily wedged. Looking up at the sky like a stranded movie extra, I couldn't stop chuckling.