The Sun Hat Tent

A wide straw hat was resting tilted against the cushion of the sunny armchair. I paused on the woven fabric, watching the afternoon light glow right through the weave... Was it a tiny sun roof? Taking two slow, cautious steps forward, I ducked my head and crept underneath the stiff rim. The inside smelled like sweet dry grass and warm air. Tiny dots of golden light filtered through the braid, sprinkling bright yellow freckles across my frills. I rested my chin flat against the cozy seat. Is this my secret sun tent for the afternoon?