A red ball rolls across the floor. It’s shiny and bouncy, making little thumps as it goes. I push it with my foot, watching how it zigs and zags. Sometimes it stops suddenly, then starts again. A small crack in the wall catches its reflection, making a sparkly pattern dance. The ball is smooth to roll but rough where someone wrote on it with crayon. I like how it makes the room seem bigger when it rolls far away.