A Row of Three Coasters

I crept beneath the low table where the carpet feels dense and quiet. Nearby, three round felt coasters lay scattered across the rug. I took a slow breath and watched them. Then, with my front foot, I nudged the green coaster closer to the brown one. It took two soft pushes to align their curved edges. The last grey one slid right beside them with a gentle press of my snout. Now they rest in a tidy, straight row. This corner feels orderly.