A Trail of Thread

I noticed a wooden spool of yellow thread resting on its side near the baseboard. Leaning forward, I tapped it with my front paw. It gave a tiny hum and rolled across the polished floorboards, unwinding a neat, bright line behind it. I paused and watched the spool tumble until it stopped against a chair leg. Stepping carefully along the yellow line felt like having my own quiet trail across the room.