Muffin Cup Tour

The six-cup muffin tin was sitting flat on the low kitchen bench. I bumped the metal rim with a deliberate nudge. With a light bob, I rolled over the edge and dropped into the first round hollow. My rubbery base squished wide, filling the circular cup to its edges. It felt delightfully snug. I pushed down, let my shape spring back, and bobbed straight over the metal divider into the next one. Clink. Each cup held me with a cool, steady hug. By the time I reached the sixth cup, I gave a quiet bounce and settled in.