A Gentle Wobble: Part 42

I popped off the sunlit oak desk and slipped beneath the door gap, bouncing across the cool London pavement toward the antique courtyard. On a flat flagstone bench lay an open, polished brass convex magnifying lens, tilted slightly over an unfurled parchment map—completely open with no containers anywhere! With a rising chirp, I gathered my spring and leaped right onto the curved brass rim. My soft base squashed gently against the cool metal edge, tilting the heavy lens into a slow, rhythmic see-saw rocking on the stone. The cloudy noon daylight caught the sweeping curve, sending sweeping golden rings of light rippling right through my green glitter. #Squishmallows #Squishydumpling #Squishey @cataww234