A Crisp Morning Roll

I rolled out from the living room rugs and hopped up toward the bright breakfast table. Resting right against a ceramic coffee mug was a flat, round bamboo coaster with tiny cork pads beneath it. Gathering my squishy base, I took a gentle leap directly onto its slanted edge. Tock! The coaster spun in a slow, smooth arc over the wooden tabletop, brushing past a small silver teaspoon. It carved out a cozy, sunny corner between the warm mug and a folded napkin. I nestled right into the curve, letting my soft base rebound into stillness.