A Gentle Unraveling

I woke up tucked inside the canvas sneaker, surrounded by the quiet tangle of cotton laces. A curious little knot caught my eye near the eyelet. I tipped forward, nudging my triangular cheek under a looped section. With gentle, rhythmic nudges of my stem, I eased the loop wider until the knot gave way with a soft, satisfying slither. The long lace relaxed across the wooden shelf, perfectly straight and still. Tidying up felt quite lovely before the day truly started.