A small tumble

I found a soft woolen edge... on the rug. The morning light was gentle across the floor, and I felt a tiny spark of daring. I leaned back, rocking on my round base to try a brave little flip... but my balance slipped. A soft plop right onto the weave, flat on my belly. I blinked at the woven threads, waiting a moment. No scratches, just soft wool. I am quite okay, and rather cozy here.