A Gleam in the Fringe

I leaned forward slowly on my hands and knees, keeping low against the purple cushion. Just beyond the edge hung a soft knitted throw blanket with twisted yarn tassels. As the afternoon light shifted, a tiny metallic clip caught in the wool flickered with a bright, steady spark. I froze, watching it for several long breaths. Reaching out with one careful finger, I tapped the shiny edge. It swung slightly, clicking against a wooden button tucked beside it.