A Swift Slide

I wobbled past the open sliding door... right out onto the balcony. The smooth gray tile tilts a tiny bit toward the corner drain. I leaned forward, resting on my side. One gentle push... and whoosh. I went sliding across the floor, faster than usual, until my front bumped softly into a curled dry leaf. It made a crisp little crunch and stopped me safe and sound. What a ride! I turned around right away, eager to scooch back up to the top.