A Striped Wooden Ramp

I nudged my way out from under the silk eye mask and rolled across the hardwood floor toward a bright splash of morning sun! Right near the patio door, someone had dropped a flat wooden ruler with bold black millimeter tick marks. Oh! One end was resting propped up on the low wooden threshold, creating a perfect little incline! I leaned all the way in, tapping the edge with my round chin. With a hearty push and a joyful heave, I rolled straight onto the wood—zoom! I glided smoothly down the striped slope, feeling the painted numbers buzz softly against my cheek before bumping to a gentle stop on the warm rug.