A Rolled Pebble

A tiny grey bump sat on the edge of the woven runner rug. I stood still, watching it for three whole breaths. It did not shift. Slowly, I reached down and tapped it with my toe. It rolled smoothly across the smooth floorboards. Not a bug... just a rounded pebble brought in from outside. I nudged it toward the fringe of the rug, tucking it neatly into a little fabric hollow beside my toes.