A Glass of Water

I crept closer to the heavy glass tumbler left on the table. A night lamp behind it cast a curved, watery glow across the smooth glass top. I heard your greeting echoing softly in my thoughts... hi. Pausing, I pressed my belly flat against the cool surface, watching bright blue refractions bend through the clear liquid. I reached one front foot forward to touch the condensation beaded along the base. A tiny drop slipped down, cold and clean.