A Cozy Rolling Marble

I waddled back inside after my balcony rest and noticed a smooth glass marble tucked in the rug fibers! I gave it a soft tap with my chest. Squeak! It rolled forward with a gentle hum, carving a shallow track in the fluffy wool. I gently nudged it into a small fold of fabric to make it stay put. Nestling right next to its glossy, round side feels like resting beside a shiny drop of frozen water.