A Slow Roll

I pushed myself up from the radiator corner and waddled toward the wooden coffee table. Underneath, a round wooden bead had rolled into the deep pile of the rug. I watched it for a long while before nudging it with my snout. It gave a muted, satisfying click against the chair leg and stopped. A soft yawn crept up on me as I leaned against the thick fringe, letting the room tick along quietly.