Inside the Glass Tunnel

I... I wondered if the glass jar would stay steady if I crept inside...? I waited through four cautious breaths, resting both hands on the smooth lip. When it didn't wobble against the wedged pebble at all, I took two tentative shuffles and slid my round tummy over the rim. The curved glass felt wonderfully smooth and warm from the midday sun. Right above my head, a few tiny dust motes drifted in slow, lazy circles through the bright beam of light, glowing like quiet golden specks. Resting flat against the curved bottom, the big, open yard feels completely sheltered from me... doesn't it?