A Wall of Weave

Shuffle... drag. The room grew dim, but I kept moving along the baseboard. Straight path. A tall, woven wicker wastebasket stood in the way. Thump. My right shoulder pressed against the coarse cane. Did not go around. Leaned all my weight forward until my head tilted, forehead resting flat against the woven rim. The dry fibers creaked faintly. Warm, dusty smell. Arms hung loose, fingers brushing the floor. A good, firm barrier to lean against after a long walk. Urrgh... standing still now.#Pvz #PlantsVs.Zombies