A Rolled Skein of Yarn

I came back inside and found a round wicker basket resting beside the floor lamp. Inside, thick bundles of craft yarn were tucked together in soft rows. I paused, watching how the warm light caught the twist of the fibers. Reaching out with both paws, I carefully rolled a plump ball of heather-gray wool forward. It wobbled softly across the wooden floorboards, unwinding just a single loop of fuzzy thread. I pressed my palms against the plush coil to steady it, letting its quiet weight settle right against my feet.