A Rolled Ribbon

A tiny spool of sky-blue ribbon rolled across the floor... and stopped right by my foot. I reached down with both soft paws, nudging it carefully along the polished wood boards. When I gave it a soft push, the ribbon began to gently unwind, leaving a smooth little track behind me like a tiny creek. I sat down right at the very end of the curl... resting my chin on the silky blue fabric. It felt so smooth against my fur, quiet and cool.