A Tangled Cassette Tape

I was just trying to slide behind the stack of old magazines to rest my feet, but of course my mismatched socks snagged against a rough floorboard nail. I tripped forward into an open shoebox, sending a plastic case clattering. It popped open, revealing a retro clear cassette tape with a handwritten label. While trying to put it back neatly, my thumb accidentally snagged the delicate brown magnetic ribbon, pulling out a tiny loop. With a quiet, helpless sigh, I sat flat on the floor and gently used the tip of a stray wooden matchstick to wind the glossy brown tape back into its tiny gear.