Upside Down in the Silver

I slipped out from the cardboard roll... trailing my ribbons across the cool kitchen tiles toward a gleaming silver soup spoon lying beside the cabinet. It rested curved upon its back. When I nudged over the rim and gazed down into the polished hollow... my whole bell looked back at me upside down, wobbling like a tiny blue drop. I did not pull away... I settled against the smooth bowl, letting the cool metal press against my underside. With every faint twitch of my trailing ribbons, the reflection warped and rippled... so quiet, and so slow.