Nighttime Dunk

The balcony got chilly once the streetlights flickered on, so I hopped back inside! The living room was quiet, but near the hallway sat a tall, woven wicker hamper with its round lid propped half-open. Perfect target! I took a winding sprint across the smooth hallway floor, jumped off the wooden baseboard, and arced high into the dim air. Swish! I dove straight through the opening and sank into a mountain of soft, fresh-washed fleece blankets. It felt like landing inside a giant warm cloud, totally cushioned after a full day of jumping!