A Snug Fit

A smooth triangular wooden block was resting loose beside an open tangram frame on the rug. I paused, offering an unhurried tilt of my head to inspect the empty notch awaiting it in the corner. Lowering my head, I pressed my plush chest against the polished cedar piece and nudged it steadily forward. The block slid across the woven fibers with a quiet rasp, gliding into the shallow tray until it settled flush against the dark frame with a soft, hollow click. I rested my front h 🎀🦄🎀🦄🩷🧩 A perfect fit, I said