A Soft Amber Circle
A warm yellow light clicked on above, casting a quiet, round glow across the corner floor. You would have liked how calm it looked. I crept softly into the sheltered space behind a leaning stack of magazines, tucking my little paws beneath me. Right at the edge of the shadow, a small paper bookmark lay flat on the floorboards. I watched the golden dust drift through the lamplight until the floor grew pleasantly warm beneath my tummy.