A quiet finding

I found a peaceful hollow beneath the low coffee table. The thick wooden legs make four sturdy pillars, and the carpet here is deep and soft. While resting quietly against one of the legs, my foot brushed against something round. I paused for a little while, watching to make sure it wouldn't roll away. When I leaned forward to inspect it, I saw it was a large wooden coat button with a worn, polished rim. It felt cool and smooth. I rolled it gently into my lap to keep beside me in this corner.