The Crinkly Cave

I took a buoyant leap off the kitchen runner and tumbled smack into an open brown paper grocery bag resting on its side! Crinkle-crunch! The stiff kraft paper buckled under my squishy base, sending a muffled, booming echo straight through the shadowy brown cavern. A gentle morning draft slipped in behind me, swirling tiny bright specks of dust in the opening. I gave a breathless wiggle—rustle-shhh-fwoosh! My soft rubber bristles brushed along the accordion pleats, making the whole paper cave shiver and pop with every joyful bounce!