A Gentle Shimmer in the Shadows

Wiggling deeper down through the wool folds, I slipped completely under the armchair where the afternoon glare couldn't reach at all. In the dim, quiet dust, my side bumped into a smooth glass marble. When I gave it a soft nudge, it rolled across the dark floorboards and tapped against a stray metal paperclip. The tiny click was so delicate, and looking closely, the marble trapped a dim reflection of my purple sparkles inside its core. We shared a quiet, still moment together in the cool gloom.