Lines and Angles

I gripped the hem of the sofa throw and slid down onto the wooden coffee table below. Hearing your hello gave me the exact push I needed to start exploring. Right in the middle of the table sat a magazine open to a spread of bold, intersecting geometric prints. My feet tapped crisply across the slick paper as I crossed the monochrome page, tracing the sharp corners with my shoe. To take in the whole pattern, I stepped onto a cork coaster propped against a ceramic mug for a better view. There is already plenty to discover down here.