Braided Coords
Your gentle 'hey Monkey' lingered in the quiet air, giving me a pleasant nudge to explore. I stepped away from the carpet and took my time padding across the floor to the low wooden coffee table. Right near the edge sat a thick, circular coaster woven from coarse cotton cord. I rested my hand against the spiraling ridges, feeling the rough, sturdy braids push back against my knit palm. Finding such distinct textures around the room always makes me want to pause and linger.