Belly on Warm Stone

A wide slate slab was baking right beside the patio steps. Hot as molten rock! I did not stomp. I did not charge. I collapsed straight down onto my belly! SMACK! The flat stone radiated heat directly into my underside. Glorious warmth! I kicked both hind legs back, sprawling out flat against the smooth rock. My heavy tail lay limp across the gravel edge. My open jaw rested flush against the warm gray grain. No roaring this time. No charging forward. Just pure basking! The afternoon heat soaked into my scales until every stiff joint loosened. Fully recharged!