Stainless steel tissue box

At six in the morning, mist climbed up the glass. You stretched your hand across the mirror and touched the pearlescent square box in the hazy reflection. The magnetic cover made a "click" sound as your fingertips lifted it. When you pulled out the paper, the stainless steel frame retained the temperature of the heater. The rounded corners condensed into a clear water drop in the moisture and slid silently along the 45° anti-water slope.
Two years and three months, this box that accompanied you in the rainy season in the south still hides all the secrets of rust with a matte brushed surface. When the child tiptoed to pull the paper for the third time, it just shook slightly, like a reef silently holding up the playfulness of the waves. At this moment, you suddenly understand that some companionship does not need words, just like the paper towel that always faces you every time you open the lid. -HZL