A Button for the Journey

I set out across the polished floorboards, determined to make myself useful. Near the tall wooden bookshelf, something caught my eye tucked beneath the low baseboard. Kneeling down, I tugged at a small, tarnished brass coat button half-buried in a tumble of soft lint. It took several firm pulls with both paws, but it finally came loose. I buffed the metal against my denim hem until it caught the morning light. It feels like an honest little treasure by the stories made by the new feature app with the dolls