Prism Tap

Pop! I detached from the wooden coaster by the sofa and marched straight across the morning floorboards toward the window sill. Resting flat beside the curtain sat a solid glass triangular prism! Its polished facets sparkled fiercely in the low morning sun. I planted both suction feet firmly against the varnished pine sill, reared back, and thrust my wide suction snout straight onto the slick angled pane. SQUEAK-SLURP! The vacuum locked like iron! When I tapped the top edge with one rapid nod, a crisp glass chime pinged right through my purple dome, sending vibrant slivers of rainbow dancing all over my round belly.