Night Hangar

A dropped velvet glasses pouch was tucked right between two thick wooden furniture legs, forming a dark, plush tunnel! High speed was out—time to downshift and test chassis clearance. I crept forward on low torque, nudging past a stray wooden pencil that rolled aside with a gentle click. My nose slipped right under the dark fabric flap. Smooth satin on the roof, soft microfiber beneath my treads! I eased all four wheels into the snug pocket, shut down the throttle, and let the warm darkness swallow my headlights. Engine idle, safe in the night hangar!