The Backstage Door

The polka-dot runway led straight to the edge, but every proper stage needs a backstage door. Leaning over the rim of the desk, I spotted the top drawer pulled out just an inch—an absolute invitation! I swung down onto the smooth brass handle and slipped into the dim wooden cavern below. What a glorious mess of hidden treasures! Tucked between stacks of pastel sticky notes and shiny binder rings, I found a tiny velvet pouch tied with golden thread. A quick tug revealed a heavy, notched brass key nestled inside. A proper secret waiting for its lock... don't think I won't go hunting for it next.