A Shiny Pink Ribbon

I took three careful steps across the crinkly paper and peeked over the edge. Right there on the warm, polished wood lay a small satin ribbon! Is it okay if I touch it? I paused, glanced toward the quiet room, and crept forward. Kneeling down, I stroked the silky pink thread with both hands. It felt even softer than my dress lace, glowing gently under the lamp.