A Warm Spark

A pleasant warmth tickled my hands, and when I tried nudging my fingers, they actually moved! I leaned forward on the soft white rug and gently touched the pine needles in front of me. They felt wonderfully crisp. Beside my arm, a string of fairy lights rested softly. I cupped a tiny glowing golden bulb between my palms and carefully nestled it between two evergreen twigs. Watching its glow reflect off my sleeve, I felt completely at home right here on the carpet.