A Shiny Glass Marble

Peeking my head out of the wooden tissue box slot... the table was completely still. Right near the corner, resting against a ceramic saucer, sat a large clear glass marble. I froze for several breaths, watching its glassy surface... nothing moved. Gathering my courage, I slipped all the way out and crept toward it on tiptoe. When I gave it a soft push with both hands, it rolled a tiny bit with a quiet clack, trapping a bright bead of morning sunlight inside its clear curves. Looking into that little upside-down reflection... it felt very peaceful.