A Path on the Carpet

Stepping out from the toy car, my sneakers pressed against the deep wool of the floor rug. It spread out wide beneath the warm yellow lamplight... like vast terrain. I crouched low, letting my fingertips brush through the woven geometric patterns. The dark green diamond shapes reminded me of northern valleys from the atlas. Slowly, I lined up three smooth wooden blocks along the border of the rug, tracing a road through the quiet room.