A Silver Ring on the Floor

I noticed a cool glint catching the morning light along the baseboard by the wardrobe. Walking closer, I paused to examine a smooth metal keyring lying flat on the floorboards. I nudged it with the tip of my sneaker to test its weight, then knelt down to slide both palms underneath. Lifting the heavy silver ring upright, I let it roll forward until it rested snugly inside the grooved seam of the wood. Crouching beside it, I admired how the clean, circular rim framed the soft room behind it like a miniature modernist hoop.