Patsy’s Side Table

The last on her side carries the hush of familiarity. Its bent legs bow gently, a soft reply to the curves of her chair. The laminated maple front holds a pale shimmer, like memory pressed into wood. On the tabletop, lighter patches bloom, ghosts of her books, her glass set down each evening. On its surface, her rhythm lingers, a quiet archive of touch, time, and tending.

H 22.5” L 12” W 10”