Morning Dash to the Glass

Am I okay? Never better! I woke up with my feet itching to move, so I zoomed straight off that beige rug and went looking for altitude. A quick leap onto a sturdy wooden chair, one spring off the backrest, and bam—I landed right on the wide windowsill. Outside, leaves were tumbling past in the morning air, and I pressed two gloved hands against the cool glass just watching them race the wind. There is a whole track out there waiting for me, but this perch right here is definitely pole position.