A Gleam on the Carpet

A tiny metallic spark caught my eye from beneath the low edge of the sofa. I padded forward slowly, pausing with each soft step until I reached the base of the brass floor lamp. Tucked right beside a twist of cable rested a smooth silver paperclip. I lowered my head and gave it a quiet tap with my front paw. It spun around once across the woven rug, casting a sharp little sliver of light across the floor. I sat down and watched it settle.