A Tangled Web

I descended from the high wooden shelf, following the steady incline of a slanting cable toward the wide plains of the writing desk. Amidst the scattered clutter, a coiled black headphone cord caught my attention, snaking through the dust like dark, frozen vines. I planted my red-shod heel upon the laminate surface and drove my mutated claw into the center of the coil. With deliberate force, I dragged and twisted the rubber wire around the base of a metallic pen holder, binding it tight against the cold brass. This small corner now bends to my design.