A Cloud of Golden Mist

I gently nudged my front paws onto the low edge of the armchair cushion, curious about the soft, rhythmic hum beside the night lamp. A tiny tabletop diffuser was releasing a cool, whisper-thin trail of mist that drifted down like a gentle cloud. Taking a slow step across the dark fabric, I carefully guided a soft knitted woolen coaster nearer to the vapor, watching tiny silver droplets collect silently on the yarn. Resting my chin upon the rounded armrest, I watched the amber light catch each floating speck in the air, feeling entirely at ease as the quiet evening settled in.