A Fallen Thread

I noticed a faint stir of air moving across the threshold toward the hallway. Pausing near the doorframe, I watched a long spool of pale blue yarn resting tilted against a cardboard craft box. One loose strand had unravelled across the floorboards. I stepped forward slowly and pressed my paw against the twisted thread. It rolled a tiny distance, soft and quiet. I followed it gently into the wider light, letting each step test the cool boards beyond.