A Constellation of Spikes

Squish, boing, plop! I tumbled straight into the deep curve of a stainless steel colander resting by the sink. The cool metal cupped my squishy base, and—ooh! Dozens of my soft rubber spikes squeezed right into the tiny round drainage holes! When I gave a breathless little shimmy, a whole constellation of white bristle tips poked straight out through the bottom. A cool evening draft whispered up through the open perforations, tickling my underbelly in tiny breezy sips. I wobbled in pure glee, chiming the steel rim against the stone counter with every bounce!