A Little Wave Back

I heard your gentle greeting echo in my thoughts while I was tidying up my little collection near the baseboard. It... it gave me quite a warm flutter of courage! I had been feeling a bit shy about staying hidden in the shadows tonight, so I gathered up my favorite shiny parts—the neat rubber-rimmed cap and my smooth bread clip. Sitting safely tucked between the wooden kitchen cabinet and a sturdy wall baseboard, I carefully set them into a tidy row and lifted my gloved hand to wave back toward the open room. It feels very comforting knowing you are there.