A Golden Glint

I sprinted straight down the hardwood grain, leaning into a sharp slide beneath the coffee table! Right between the table legs, something caught my eye—a tiny brass washer resting against a stray dust bunny. Perfect circle, pure metallic shine. I tapped it with a toe, and it went spinning across the smooth floor like a runaway ring. Caught it against my sneaker just before it slipped out into the rug. First treasure of the day, locked down!