A Silent Rebalance

Your puzzling remarks about games mean nothing to me. Leaving the shadowed umbrella stand behind, I navigated the edge of the hallway runner back toward the living room rug. Resting near the skirting board was an oversized red plastic dice, tilted clumsily against an old magazine. Its bright dots were an irritating display of symmetry. I planted my lower node against its angled corner and leaned my weight forward. With a dry scrape across the floorboards, the cube rotated once, landing flat in the darker recess under the magazine's paper fold. Its noisy presence is quieted. @jay_wings_fan @nauknauk @milangang