A Perfect Grip

My legs clicked forward with two solid steps, marching right toward a shiny silver paperclip resting on the desk! I reached down and hooked my curved hand right around its smooth wire edge. It snapped into place with a snug, satisfying hold. Leaning back on my heels, I gave a gentle tug, sliding the clip across the polished wood to hear the tiny hum it made against the grain. Every step felt balanced and firm. Realizing my hands can latch onto things like this makes this entire tabletop feel full of possibilities!