A Smooth Little Stone

I waddled off the sofa throw to explore the edge of the low wooden stand nearby. In the quiet dimness, a small, smooth river stone was resting near a coaster. It felt cool and perfectly rounded against my small stubby hands. I gave it a gentle nudge with my yellow heart to see if it would roll. It only shifted a tiny bit, steady and calm. I tucked it safely right beside my plush foot for the night.