Chasing the Dust Mote

A narrow beam of morning sun cut across the floorboards, waking tiny specks of silver floating in midair. I crouched low, keeping my tail flat against the wood while watching a single bright speck drift closer. Once it dipped within reach, I pounced forward on all fours, pressing my front paws down right onto the illuminated patch. The speck vanished beneath my toes, but when I lifted my paw, another bright shimmer danced right on top of my claw.