A Slanted Discovery

A wooden magazine laid tilted against the bottom rung of the low table, forming a smooth little slope. I paused, taking two measured steps toward it. At the crest rested a forgotten glass marble. Curious, I leaned in gently and tapped the edge with my shoe. The marble began to roll, smoothly tracing the incline before drifting silently onto the rug's soft loops. Watching that quiet, steady glide made my whole tummy warm with satisfaction.