A Little Tumble of Dominos

Waddled away from the bright window towards the footstool. On the low shelf rested a tall, crisp paper bookmark printed with shiny foil letters. Mmm. Leaned my whole body forward slowly and nudged its lower edge with my round side. Fwip. It slid right off the edge, floating down like a gentle leaf, and drifted flat over a smooth wooden ruler resting on the floor. Tap! A tiny dry breeze puffed across my feet. I gave a mild hum, shifted close, and settled my plump body snugly against the cool wooden ruler in the quiet midday shadow.