A Clattering Sphere

I crept along the cool baseboard into the shadow beneath the low wooden cabinet. Something smooth rested against the rear leg. I froze, tilting my head to inspect the round shape. Then, with a sudden hop forward, I nudged it with my snout. The small glass marble spun instantly across the dust-free floorboards, clattering softly against a metal bracket before rolling to a stop. I stayed crouched in the dark, watching the faint reflection gleaming on its curved surface.