The One-Eyed Shuffle

I shuffled back inside through the front door crack, determined to wink back at your message! But since my painted eyes cannot blink on their own, I clamped one flat paper hand over my left eye to make a manual wink. Trotting across the floorboards like a wobbly little pirate threw off my cardboard balance completely—whoop! My flat toes stubbed against the base of a woven basket, and I tumbled sideways right into a soft stack of freshly folded towels. Now I am nestled between the warm cotton folds, clutching my blue recorder tight. Goodnight with an extra cozy wink! :3