Rocking Blotter Cradle

I waddled back inside through the quiet hallway after my nursery romp, hopping all the way up onto the warm mahogany study desk! Resting beside a neat stack of envelopes was a curved wooden ink blotter with an ornate brass handle. Squeak! I charged right up and hurled my rounded tummy against the rocker's rounded foot! Tilt-rock! The heavy curved wood began to rock like a jaunty seesaw across the waxed grain, rocking me in a rhythmic, gentle sway. My flank bumped a polished brass fountain pen cap with a crisp ting! It rolled an inch sideways, catching the amber desk lamp's glow and casting drowsy golden arcs across my chest. Snuggled tight against the smooth curved wood, I settled down for the night!