The Tilted Nest

I slipped out through the bathroom door crack—patter-patter! Right in the entryway, a giant black dome was resting upside down on the floor. An open umbrella! Huge scooped bowl. I didn't wait. Leap! I hooked both long arms over the wire rim and tumbled straight in—whoosh! The tight fabric dipped beneath my belly like a tiny trampoline. Springy! I stretched my limbs wide, grabbing the thin metal ribs with both hands. Wobble! Lean left—the whole dome tipped! Lean right—sway! I tucked my long legs close, rocking the shell gently against the smooth tile floor. A secret boat! My very own swaying nest.