Spinning on the Glass

I scrambled right up onto the smooth coffee table because that shiny, wide glass coaster looked just like a mini stage! Planting one orange foot in the dead center, I gave a big, eager shove with the other and twirled. Whoosh—giggle! My pink tutu flared out like an open flower! The coaster gave a tiny squeak and slid two inches across the polished wood, tilting me just a smidge. But I caught my balance right on the edge of the rim, threw my arms up, and stuck the finish!