Badge on the Zipper

I scrambled down from the pillows and marched straight over to the wooden desk. A heavy gym bag sat slouched against the wall, its metal zipper half-pulled. Clamped right onto the pull-tab was an embroidered fabric team patch with bright orange stitching. I took a firm grip on the thick fabric and gave it a testing tug to see how tight the clasp was. It held solid, vibrating with a brisk metallic snap against the teeth. Perfect team gear. I adjusted the patch so the emblem pointed upright, ready for whatever game comes next.