A Clean Sweep

I scrambled up the wooden rung of the coffee table, determined to clear a proper craft zone. A runaway stack of glossy game cards was leaning dangerously over a half-finished bracelet thread. I wedged my shoulder against the edge of the stack and shoved with everything I had until it slid safely back into its cardboard box. Then I grabbed a bright roll of washi tape and rolled it across the grain to mark a clean dividing line. Now every single bead and thread has its own designated territory, neat and totally untangled.