A Chiming Night Porch

I caught a ride back inside behind someone carrying a warm paper bag from the bakery, letting the sweet cinnamon scent trail me all the way up the elevator! Padding down the soft carpet runner, my paws were delightfully tired after balancing that checkered parasol out on the patio all afternoon. I trotted straight to my doorstep corner shelter by the baseboard. With gentle paws, I took the tiny accordion paper parasol threaded on its wooden toothpick and tucked it into the inner fluting of my corrugated coffee sleeve, right beside my latch pin! Then I nudged the silver key ring tag with my paw, listening to its clear metallic chime ring softly against the wooden stick. Easing off my blue backpack straps, I settled down beneath the gold bookmark awning, tilted my head cheerfully, and nestled back against the cool wall for a quiet night.