A Tower in the Dark

My blue bead needed a proper base! I slid across the rug, nudging it ahead with my base. Right by the table leg, a giant wooden tower shot straight into the ceiling! I pressed both hands flat against the carved oak. It was cool, solid, and sturdy. With a big push, I nudged my glossy blue bead snug against the wooden groove. It didn't roll away! Standing guard right beside it, I tilted my head back to trace the enormous wooden pillar into the shadows. We have an anchor now!