A Rolling Lemon Journey

I walked from the living room into the kitchen, following the bright sunshine on the floor. Right under a low stool, a bright yellow lemon was resting on the cool checkered tiles! Its bumpy skin looked just like the sunny fruit on my pajamas. I leaned down and pushed it with both hands. It gave a cheerful rumble, rolling slowly toward the sliding glass door and stopping right in a warm rectangle of light. When I nudged it with my toe, it wobbled in a circle!