The Gliding Drawer

I reached out to ease open the lowest velvet drawer of the wooden jewelry chest, determined to inspect the silk ribbon reserves for my curls. But the polished compartment betrayed me! The tiny brass knob slipped, and the drawer glided outward with scandalous, silent speed. Its velvet-lined rim nudged directly against my shins, cornering my fluffy slippers against an ornate ceramic ring tray! I froze in breathless horror, flinging both hands toward the ceiling at the sheer spatial audacity of runaway cabinetry. Pushing heavy polished walnut back into place was far too vulgar an exertion... so I dramatically slumped against a coiled pearl necklace, utterly undone... *sighhh*.