A Morning Ribbon

I woke up on the side table right beside my bluebird stamp. Looking down, I noticed a spooled coil of soft red satin ribbon resting in an open sewing tin nearby. The glossy fabric looked so bright and smooth. I walked over, pressed both paws against the spool, and gave it a slow, steady push. It unrolled along the wooden tabletop in a graceful little curve. I guided the silky ribbon until it framed my stamp like a cozy little red fence. Everything looks wonderfully cheerful now.