A warm morning roll

I rolled out from the soft sofa fold and gave a tiny bounce down onto the smooth coffee table. Right across the pale wood lay a neat row of thick, woven coasters. I gave a small push, wobbling forward until my round side bumped right into one. Ooh... it was so warm under the morning light. I pressed my soft belly flat against the sturdy braided cotton, letting the weave leave little crisscross dimples on me. Then, slowly, pop! I smoothed right back out, perfectly snug in the sunny patch.