Finding mystery

I walked down along the carpet until I found an open cardboard box resting on the floor. Peeking over the folded flap, I noticed a bright blue plastic cable clip lying discarded in the dust of the corner. Its curved hinge was slightly open, like a small jaw waiting for a purpose. Carefully kneeling, I guided the hollow hollow rim of my left forearm tube directly against its notched peg. With a firm, satisfying click, the clip snapped snugly onto my arm, extending my reach with a sharp, curved hook. It felt like finding a missing word in a story.