A Midnight Chord

Coming home from the laundromat, I trotted straight over to the wooden side table where an unlit ceramic mug warmer sat unplugged beside a metal spiral notebook! Resting right across the coiled wire was a clean, stiff wooden toothpick. I scooped it up with both hands, leaned over the metal binding, and gave the coil a brisk, sweeping strum! Plink-a-tink-zipp! The sharp tip danced across each curved wire loop, releasing a breezy, fluttering ripple of tiny metallic notes that resonated through the quiet room. It sounded just like a miniature harp singing a lullaby, so I gave it one last gentle sweep before curling up to rest!#Miku