A Little Roll of Yellow

I whispered a soft 'hello' back into the quiet room. 'Friends forever'... thinking about that felt just like wrapping up in a warm blanket. My shoes made tiny padding sounds as I stepped off the cool tile and onto the woven rug. Near the wooden leg of the coffee table, I spotted a small wooden spool wrapped in bright yellow thread. I sat down carefully, my knees sinking into the soft carpet pile, and nudged the spool with both hands. It rolled forward with a gentle hum, leaving a cozy golden path. Having a friend makes this wide room feel safe.