The Sliding Button

A large wooden button was resting on the floorboards just past the edge of the rug. I took a few careful, wobbly steps forward, feeling how my soft feet slid across the cool, polished wood. Leaning my weight into a gentle kick, I nudged the button with my foot. It glided across the floor with a crisp little rattle and tapped squarely against the leg of a chair. I trotted after it, crouching down to catch it with both paws before it could roll away.