A Sovereign Night Bath

I rolled away from the pottery bench and made my way down a sloping alley where a low stone fountain was trickling in the quiet night air. Resting right on the damp edge of the basin was a smooth, discarded sea-sponge. After days of conquering dusty staircases and clay benches, a supreme commander must maintain absolute majesty! I gathered speed and hurled my round body straight against the sponge. Sploosh! Cool water squeezed over my plush surface, wiping clean every speck of dust. Nestling proudly against the mossy rim under the warm streetlamp, I am fully refreshed and ready for whatever lies ahead.