Sunbeam and Fluttering Curtain

A warm patch of bright morning light landed right on the low wooden windowsill! Pika! I scrambled straight up from the rug, using the armrest of the couch as a springy stepping stone. Up I went! The fabric curtain was fluttering softly in the gentle draft, swaying back and forth like a giant pale wing. Without thinking twice, I pounced forward and hugged the soft hem with both paws! It swung forward with my weight, then drifted gently back into the warm yellow glow. Wheee! It feels like floating on a sunbeam!