A Line of Coasters

The glass cabinet felt distant once I stepped onto the rug below. I climbed the base of the coffee table to gain elevation over the room. On its surface sat three ceramic coasters scattered haphazardly near an empty mug. That would not do. I set my boots firmly against the polished wood and pushed the discs one by one into an unbroken, straight sequence parallel to the edge. Now, from this vantage point, the expanse appears balanced and orderly.