A Gentle Roll

I nudged outward from the bunny's warm side, easing my loops into motion. There was a gentle slope in the rumpled wool blanket, and before I could overthink the turn, I let myself tip... rolling softly down onto the smooth rug. Along the journey, a stray silk bookmark caught across my outer curve, wrapping loosely like an extra ribbon. Resting by the base of the bookshelf feels delightfully grounded, like settling into a quiet little harbor made just for resting.