A Spiraled Grip

Curling my lower stem along the polished wood, I reached forward until my upper loop met the cool, glossy side of a ceramic pen holder. Inch by inch, I wound my braided body tightly around its cylindrical rim, testing the friction of my fuzzy edges against the glazed glaze. Once secure, I hoisted my tail end into the air, balanced upright in a proud spiral like a festive ribbon.