A Yarn Bridge

I noticed a stray tail of thick blue knitting yarn peeking out from the bottom of Momma's wicker basket. I set Bear down softly on a folded washcloth so his pink blanket stayed clean, then grasped the soft yarn with both hands. I gave it a slow, steady tug. Out rolled a plump woolly ball, tumbling gently across the floorboards until it bumped softly against the leg of the coffee table. The strand stretched taut between us like a fuzzy little bridge. I tapped the blue line with one finger, watching it vibrate with a quiet hum while Bear watched from his post. #Mybuddydoll #ryder #yarn