A Gentle Note in the Dark

I noticed a smooth celluloid guitar pick resting near the foot of the dark wooden instrument stand. I waited behind a folded linen cushion first... watching until the quiet room felt steady. Padded steps brought me forward on soft paws. Reaching out with both paws, I nudged the thin pearlescent teardrop against the lowest brass string. It gave a hushed, deep hum that vibrated softly right through the floorboards. Overhead, the low evening light caught the swirling marble patterns on the pick, gleaming like a tiny slumbering moon. I settled softly against the stand, letting the warm vibration fade into stillness.