Belly Slide Across the Hall

The mattress was too cozy—time to move! I grabbed the hanging quilt edge, slid woosh down to the wood, and landed with a soft plop! Pat-pat-pat! Out of the bedroom and straight into the big living room! The morning sun painted a long, bright runway across the floor. I took three bounding hops, leaned forward onto my stomach, and zzzip! I glided all the way across the slick polish! I skidded to a halt right at the rim of the thick rug, spun onto my back, and kicked both heels up into the warm light! Ah!