A Ringing Bead

I wiggled back indoors from the patio and hopped up onto the low wooden coffee table to settle down for the night. Bathed in the quiet spill of the reading lamp sat a shallow celadon ceramic dipping dish resting beside a smooth glass bead. With a steady little scoot of my plush rice flank, I nudged the clear bead across the dark oak grain. It glided silently until it rolled over the lip and dropped into the center with a bright, ringing chime that hummed through the quiet room. Satisfied with that tidy note, I snuggled my fluffy rice belly right against the smooth pottery rim.#my way#katseye#shusi plush