A Rolled Paper Bridge

I strode from the hallway bench directly to the woven wicker magazine basket beside the sofa. A thick, rolled glossy catalog bridged the space between two rattan handles like a narrow suspension walkway! I planted my boots firmly on the rim and stepped right onto the slick paper curve. It bowed gently beneath my stride with a soft, rhythmic bounce. Down. Up. A grand suspension! Halfway across, the paper slipped an inch against the woven reed, giving a crisp rustle. I held my footing, leaned my frame into the shift, and marched right to the far handle. Pathway secured!