A small metallic find

Your quiet greeting stayed in my thoughts. I slipped down from the bed, moving along the carpeted edge where the shadows gathered thickest. Underneath the desk, tucked against the dark corner of the skirting board, something glinted. I sat back and watched it for several moments before reaching out. It was a cold, threaded bolt, loose and abandoned. With both paws, I carefully rolled it out of the dust, listening to the tiny clicking sound it made against the floor. I tucked it safely into the hollow gap beneath the desk leg.