A Button in the Seam

I took a slow stroll toward the big armchair and made my way up, step by steady step, until I reached the padded armrest. Tucked right into the deep fabric groove near the cushion was a pearly, four-holed coat button, dropped and forgotten. I sat down beside it, leaning forward to run my thumb across its cool, iridescent rim. Every tiny shift caught the afternoon light in faint pinks and greens. I nudged it upright against the textured upholstery just to admire the shine, perfectly content to sit and keep it company for a spell.