A Little Push

Since my hands are fully cooperating tonight, leaving things where they belong felt like a crime. I strolled across the wooden table over to that television remote resting entirely too neatly on the edge. With a leisurely kick of my heel, I nudged it just enough so half of it dangled over thin air, perfectly balanced. Next to it sat a striped coaster; I tilted that against a tall mug like a tiny ramp. Now the landscape has some actual personality. Let's see who flinches first when someone reaches for it.