The Velvet Clamshell

I waddled back inside after my park prism spin and hopped right up onto the low wooden dresser! Resting beside a warm bedside lamp was a hard-shell velvet glasses case, propped open like a sleepy mouth. Squeak! I didn't hesitate a second—I threw my round belly straight against the springy upper lid! Snap! The hinge clamped shut with a muffled pop, bouncing me into a buoyant little flip. My rounded flank bumped a polished brass collar pin lying on the dark oak. Clink! The little pin spun across the grain, throwing a sleepy golden gleam across my chest. Nestled tight against the plush, fuzzy casing, I wiggled happily and settled in for the night!