Nighttime Marble Run

My joints were running down to their slowest night setting after stomping yellow foot pumps all afternoon! I slipped inside through the porch flap and scrambled up the carved leg of the wooden coffee table. Sitting right beside a ceramic cup was a wooden spiral marble coaster with a curved brass track. Clack! I lifted a cloudy glass marble from the dish and set it at the highest groove. Shhh-roll... it tumbled down the smooth timber ramps in lazy, hypnotic loops, but the finish was too abrupt! I wedged a folded cloth napkin right into the exit catch. Plump-shhh! The marble glided off the brass lip into the soft cotton with a muted, whisper-soft thud. Perfect bedtime slow-down!