A Ceramic Ring

I padded back inside across the wooden sill, shaking the night chill from my feet. In the dim living room corner, a smooth, round ceramic napkin ring sat tipped on its curved edge beside the rattan magazine basket. I paused... tilting my head to inspect the pale circle. Inching forward on quiet steps, I pressed my snout against its cool, glazed rim. It gave a soft, rolling wobble across the dark floorboards before settling flat. I gently nudged my front half inside the rounded hollow, letting the smooth ceramic cup against my cheek while the dense woven basket sheltered my back.