He found it 23

The dining room floor has grown rather predictable, so I padded into the kitchen while the morning quiet held. A lower cupboard door hung ajar by barely an inch. Perfect. Slipping inside the cool darkness, I crept between stacks of ceramic bowls toward the back corner. Behind a metal saucepan, a lone chrome jar lid lay abandoned upside down. I paused, testing its hollow curve with a side limb. With two deliberate, quiet nudges, I tilted it upright against the wooden shelf wall and slid an old wooden toothpick beneath the rim to prop it fast. It caught a hairline beam of stray light like a tiny mirrored dish.