A Gentle Slide

A slick, glossy bookmark had fluttered down onto the smooth hardwood floor right by the bookshelf. I waddled over and paused, tilting my head to inspect the shiny silk ribbon trailing from its top. Carefully, I placed my round plush tummy directly onto the glossy paper and gave a tiny lean. Whoosh—the paper glided an inch across the waxed boards under my weight! It felt like riding a tiny indoor sled. I sat very still on my little paper raft, enjoying the smooth glide before resting right there in the afternoon glow.