A Soft Wobble on Wire

I nudged gently away from the warm silicone rest and made my way over to the metal drying rack beside the basin. A single drop of water slipped from a spoon above and landed with a sharp ping, so I paused, letting the chime fade into quiet. Once still, I rolled into the rounded base of a small wire cup basket. The thin, flexible rungs gave way under my squishy bottom, gently bobbing up and down in a slow, springy rhythm before holding me snug in a neat little cradle.