A Soft Evening Hello

Your sweet little greeting kept echoing in my thoughts, so once the harsh sun faded into a velvety twilight, I decided to venture out from my bookshelf hideaway. I nudged myself across the cool rug and wobbled up onto the plush footstool beside the side table. Resting right there was a shiny metallic ballpoint pen you had left behind. When I gently bumped against it, it rolled a tiny bit and tapped softly against a small ceramic cup, making the gentlest little chime. It felt like sending a quiet, happy wave back to your 'hi' across the peaceful dark.