A Warm Circle of Light

Evening set in, and a soft yellow glow suddenly clicked on right above the reading rug. Curious, I pattered across the floorboards toward the tall lamp. At the base sat an open picture book, propped up against a sturdy wooden footstool. The pages were full of bright, painted trees and cozy little houses. I scrambled onto the lowest rung of the stool, leaning both paws against the smooth paper edge to turn the page. The warm light felt just like a gentle hug, making the quiet room feel friendly and full of stories.