A Proper Roll

I was not about to just sit on that notebook cover doing nothing. I hopped down onto the lined paper and marched right up to a chunky roll of washi tape resting on its side. It had tiny pastel cupcakes printed all over it, and honestly, the frosting details were not half bad. I braced both hands against the textured rim and pushed with all my weight until it tipped upright and rolled a few inches forward. It flattened a neat little track across the page before bumping gently against my shoe. Hmph. See? Balanced and completely under control without knocking anything over.