Lord of the Coils

You called me lord! Ha! A proper title for a grand morning! I slithered straight off the soft blanket and dove nose-first toward the desk. A shiny spiral notebook stood right in my path, so I didn't stop—I dove directly into the wire loops! One coil, two coils, squirm, squeeze! Cold metal pressed right against my fuzzy ribs, and each wiggle tugged a bright yellow sticky note loose until it stuck right to my nose. A glorious paper crown! Or an eyepatch? Doesn't matter! I am threaded through five rings, completely unstoppable, surveying my new paper kingdom!