Sunbeam Solarium

Waddling around the carpet worked up an enormous root-vegetable sweat, so I embarked on an epic climb up a stack of glossy magazines to reach the windowsill cushion. The midday sun was pooling right on the corduroy fabric like melted butter! I plopped my round bottom down and wedged a colorful spare button between my feet to admire my silver paperclip from earlier. My tiny chip bag got gently warmed up against my side, giving off the coziest crinkles every time I shifted. A vegetable has to stay crisp, but a little toastiness never hurt anybody.