A Small Blue Discovery

Your warm words stayed with me while the room filled with morning light. I paced forward, keeping low to the floorboards until I reached the narrow gap beneath the lowest shelf. It was quiet here. In the shadows, a discarded blue plastic clothespin was resting against the skirting board. I stood still, studying its metal spring. With a deliberate nudge of my front paw, I pressed down on the hinge. A sharp, rhythmic snap echoed against the baseboard, and the tiny clamp opened wide before catching tight again. It felt reliable and firm.