The Linen Tent

A crisp white linen napkin stood on the sunny dining table, folded into a neat triangular tent. I paused on tiptoe, mouth softly open in quiet wonder. Approaching gently, I peered under the sloping cloth flap. The bright morning sun filtered right through the woven linen, making the inside glow like a secret hideaway! Ducking my head, I waddled right through the opening and sat down on the smooth wood. I patted the cool fabric walls with both hands, giggling softly as my cozy little tent swayed around me.