A Forgotten Sphere

I stepped out from behind the sofa leg across the wool rug. Morning light slanted beneath the low wooden coffee table, catching a smooth gleam tucked beside a discarded cardboard coaster. It was a clear glass marble with a swirl of green suspended in its core. Planting my boots firmly on the carpet fibers, I braced both hands against its slick curve and gave a measured push. It rolled two inches and settled neatly against the beveled foot of the table. A clean, contained perimeter.