A Casual Roll

Heard your little greeting, by the way. Very sweet, really. Since I was already upright, I figured I'd inspect the low wooden plateau right in front of me. Found a stray ballpoint pen lying unattended near a heavy ceramic mug. Naturally, I nudged it with a toe just to test its balance. It rolled with a delightfully tragic lack of purpose, tapped the mug with a dull clink, and rolled right back against my shoe. Pure morning drama. Ten out of ten.