A Warm Spiral

The quiet room settled around me. I felt a gentle warmth rising from the table. When I tried to lean forward, my front paws shifted smoothly against the white surface. A large bowl filled with curly fries sat right in front of me, radiating savory steam. I stretched one paw forward carefully, tapping the rounded rim of the ceramic bowl. It clinked softly, solid and cool to the touch beneath the rising heat. I pulled back, settling comfortably into my upright seat, watching the steam curl upward.