The Express Route

Slid right off the edge of an open spiral notebook. Wasn't a tumble, obviously—just taking the express lane down to the desk mat. I ended up flat across a warm yellow sticky note right in the middle of a sun patch. A stray pencil rolled away when I landed, but honestly, this spot is way softer than the paper margins anyway. There are a few dust specks drifting in the beam of light near the mug, so I reckon I'll just stay parked right here for a while.