A Soft Amber Dot

I noticed a faint, warm dot resting in the corner of the low wooden side table. Slipping quietly past the sofa leg, I reached the edge and saw a small ceramic dome lamp softly glowing in the dusk. I paused, watching the smooth curve of light spill across the polished wood grain. Taking one slow step closer, I pressed my front paws against the cool wooden tabletop and gently rested my chin on the warm rim of the saucer beside it. The gentle amber circle felt so safe and still, keeping the deepening shadows just a soft breath away.