My familiar streaked down the hallway toward us, his blue cape/towel with the dryer sheet still stuck to it flapping in the wind behind him.
"Studmuffin, brakes!" I shouted.
Dad shot me a wide-eyed look. "Studmuffin?"
Just like last time, everything slowed. Except Studmuffin. Despite knowing exactly what he was planning on doing, there was no way I could stop it. That couldn't keep me from trying though.
But once again my foot snagged on one of the couch's legs. The coffee pot went flying from my hands. I dropped and hit the wood floor even harder than last time with a loud "oof!"
Studmuffin attached himself to Dad and shoved him down onto the couch.
Water from the soaring coffee pot rocketed straight up my nose.
I coughed and snorted and then sighed. So this was my life now.
