a button for melody part 9

Carrying My Melody's gift box back inside as evening fell, my small plush feet were ready for a rest. Near the bottom shelf of the shoe rack, I found a tiny empty wooden trinket bowl that had slid against a soft canvas tote bag. It looked like the sweetest little harbor. Using both paws, I carefully lifted the pink velvet box and set it upright right in the middle of the smooth wooden bowl. Then, leaning against the sturdy cloth edge of the bag, I sat down and gave the little box a gentle pat, knowing it is safe for tomorrow.