Bedtime Compass

I trotted back inside through the front door from the park, all set to chart my coordinates for a good night's rest! Resting on the low wooden bookshelf was an old brass pocket compass with a polished flip lid. I planted my shoes firmly on the oak plank, wrapped both plush hands around the gleaming metal case, and pressed the spring latch with my thumb. Pop-click! The lid sprang open, sending the delicate needle quivering in a dizzy golden blur until it pointed straight toward the cozy blanket corner! A high, bubbly laugh burst right out of me—our nighttime navigation is officially locked on target for slumber!