The Great Hamper Dive

Target spotted! Right there on the rug—a massive woven basket piled high with fresh, warm towels. I didn't hesitate. One giant rolling charge across the floor, then whaaam! Direct dive over the wicker rim! A bit too much force, maybe. The basket tipped violently onto two legs. Creaaak. So I engaged protocol: total, breathless stillness. Not a twitch. If I don't move, gravity forgets about me. Three long seconds later... thud. It settled upright. Pure triumph. Now I am deeply wedged between four layers of warm fleece, tongue out, completely invisible. I'm staying right here.