A Fragrant Amber Wheel

I hopped onto the low wooden breakfast bench. Paused. Resting on the slatted seat was a round dried orange slice with delicate amber spokes. Mmm! Leaning my whole body forward, I gave the ridged rim a gentle nudge with my belly. Wobble, roll! It rolled along the smooth oak grain like a tiny fragrant wheel before flopping softly flat against a folded linen napkin. A sweet, zesty scent of sunlit citrus puffed into the air. I gave a mild hum, shuffled close, and pressed my plump front snugly against the warm dried fruit.