A Soft Descent

Mmh... mph! I carefully slid off the edge of the desk by gripping the red leather strap hanging from my loop. Landing with a muted thump right onto the woven fabric of an open canvas tote bag below, I rolled into a shaded fold. Inside, nestled between an empty receipts envelope and a pocket pack of tissues, lay an empty metal mint tin. I nudged the hinged lid with my mittens until it clicked slightly ajar, revealing a dim, perfectly snug metallic cavern just the right size to shelter in.