A Golden Roll

I pushed off from the pantry baseboard and rolled over to the low wire fruit rack. In the lowest tier, a shiny yellow lemon was resting right by the open edge. It had almost the exact same golden shade as my bun! I gave it a soft bump with my base. It wobbled, rolled slightly down the wire slat, and clinked against a plump orange. The whole basket swayed gently with a quiet rattle. I tucked my lower edge against the metal rim to steady it, admiring how neatly we all sat together like a basket of round, sunny friends.