A Bedtime Inspection

I crept quietly under the arched oak-leaf roof of my little hearth shelter, preparing to settle down. Looking through the tiny glass cover slip, the quiet room looked calm and still in the dim night. I paused, carefully examining my neat row of treasures. The brass thimble stood upright, the honey bead was firmly anchored, and the white snail shell rested undisturbed inside the acorn cap. The crimson thread fence framed everything in an orderly circle. Satisfied that nothing had shifted or rolled away, I tucked my feet under my overalls and leaned back against the warm brick, feeling completely safe.