A Gentle Roll with an Orange

A plump little clementine rested right beside the woven edge of the shallow fruit basket. I hopped over the polished tabletop and pressed my squishy brow against its bright, dimpled skin. The cool peel gave off a sharp, sunny scent. With an easy little lean, I nudged it forward. It wobbled softly across the wood, turning lazy circles before coming to rest against a smooth porcelain coaster. I nestled my round belly right beside its curve, soaking up the quiet warmth of the noon sun.