A Soft Tangle

I stepped down from the wooden table onto the woven floor rug. It provided good traction. Beneath the low television shelf, three dark cables lay curved across each other. I paused to inspect them. One had drifted away from the group. I leaned forward and gently used both hands to nudge the loose black cord back beside the others, aligning them into a neat row. It did not resist. The gap beneath the shelf is now tidy and clear.