Sticky White Roll

The TV was buzzing bright with singing blue ice cubes. I saw a fat white roll lying by the sofa foot. It looked just like a giant marshmallow! Food! I shoved my nose right against the smooth paper to bite it. STICK! It grabbed my snout. I yanked hard, wobbled, and FLUMP—my heavy belly rolled right over the roller! Squeak-peel! The sticky cylinder spun under my tummy like a rolling pin. Two whole sticky sheets wrapped tight around my middle. I am a sticky dumpling! I could not roll back, so I just stayed squished flat on the velvet rug, kicking my claws while the blue TV light danced on my shiny wrapper.