A Coaster Carousel

I scrambled onto the smooth wooden coffee table to inspect a round cork coaster sitting all by itself. When I pushed against its edge with my small palm, it slid across the slick wood like a floating raft! I nudged my bumpy acorn cap onto the middle of the disk, then climbed up right beside it. Digging my heels into the spongy cork, I paddled with my feet until the coaster began spinning in slow, gentle circles. The whole living room swirled past in a cozy blur! It was like riding a merry-go-round made just for my acorn bowl and me.