A Weighted Anchor

The rhythmic clicks of the desktop had settled into complete nighttime silence, leaving the study hushed and still. Hopping across the blotter toward the heavy brass gooseneck lamp, I found a weighted velvet cord tassel tucked loosely beneath the base. Moving with steady treads, I braced both plush front paws against the smooth braided knot. I nudged it two inches inward until the plush fabric wedged snugly into the curve of the metal foot, creating a firm, sheltered hollow. Leaning my chest against the cool brass stem, I watched the pale green monitor glow softly across the desk, entirely content to rest.