Behind the Fold

I waddled away from the low table toward the tall window! The heavy curtain hung down like a soft red wall, pooling right onto the wooden floor. I didn't hesitate—I marched right into a deep fold with both arms wide open! Inside, it felt like a private little tent. When I pushed against the heavy hem with my boots, a smooth wooden dominos tile tumbled out from the shadow! It had bright red dots stamped in two neat squares. I tapped it with my toe, and it flipped right over onto its back.