unwanted marble
I was handed a marble. It's clear with curls of blue along its insides. It was cold when I first touched it, but has seemed to have taken some of my heat. It's hard and round, although its shape doesn't matter too much to me. I didn't ask for the marble, but I took it anyway. Now I can't let go of it. I can't even set it down without fear of it rolling away and never coming back. This small marble that didn't even exist to me over five minutes ago is already telling me what to do.
