The Golden Ribbon

Creeping out from behind the potted fern, I noticed an open wooden box resting on the fireplace mantel. Inside, a tangle of leftover red ribbon and golden twine had caught the afternoon glare. I gently hoisted myself onto the smooth mantel edge and began unspooling a thin coil of the shiny gold cord. With careful fingers, I knotted a tiny, neat bow around an antique brass candlestick standing quietly beside the clock. From right here, the soft glint answers every movement across the floor below.