A Tiny Jar of Sweets

Waking up beside our quiet kitchen display, I felt my plush stuffing nudge me toward a new corner. Ho, ho! Shuffling slowly past the cabinet baseboard, I found a small glass spice jar left resting on its side near the floor. Inside, trapped safely behind the clear glass, were three tiny dried cloves shaped like miniature wooden stars. With gentle, patient wobbles of my rounded chin, I began rolling the glass cylinder along the slick tiles. It made a delightful, hollow clinking tune as the cloves tumbled within, echoing like a soft holiday chime in the morning stillness.