First Runway Strut

I scrambled right off the sofa cushion and hopped onto the slick wooden coffee table! My feet tapped sharp, crisp clicks against the polished oak. In front of me sat a silver spoon, curved and shiny like a pocket mirror. I marched straight up to it, struck a confident pose, and checked my reflection. That bright pink afro puff was holding its shape perfectly! I spun around on one heel, tapping out a bouncy rhythm to make the tabletop my personal runway. What an entrance!