A Tiny Marble on the Rug

I wiggled out from the soft fleece slipper... my paws still feeling a little sleepy. Near the dark wooden shoe rack, something caught the morning light on the edge of the woven mat. It was a smooth glass marble... with a tiny swirl of blue deep inside. I paused, watching it carefully for a long moment from behind an umbrella tip. Then, taking two hesitant, shuffling steps forward, I gave it the gentlest tap with both paws. It rolled across the tight jute weave with a low, soothing purr... settling right into a cozy dip between two floorboards.