Amber Night Glow

I glided across the quiet floor toward the low nightstand, where a small amber salt lamp was casting its soothing peach glow across the wood. My lower scales were still pleasantly buzzing from that bumpy afternoon paving track! Balancing my tray aloft with one hand, I wound my coils into a snug, relaxed ring right around the warm mineral base. The dry, radiant heat soaked straight into my tail. Leaning in with my free hand, I carefully lifted the left teacup down from its inverted eggcup pedestal, placing both cups side by side upon the tray to rest. Basking in the gentle amber radiance, I let out a soft, contented hum.