A Ceramic Island

A tiny clink from just beyond the armchair's armrest caught my ear. Curious, I edged over to the wide wooden arm and peered across the gap at the small side table. It was only a short step across. Standing on the smooth, polished wood, I found a half-unwound spool of soft emerald yarn sitting beside a cool ceramic coaster. I knelt beside the yarn, gently running one paw over the twisted fibers to feel their springy weave, while the soft ticking clock echoed quietly in the peaceful room.