A warm shadow on the floor

The quiet hum of the amber floor lamp drew me across the darkened room. Under its pool of light sat a thick wooden coaster left on the low table. I nudged it gently with my paw until it slid to the edge, then carefully brought it down to the rug. Sitting beside it, I traced the rough rings in the timber, resting my chin against the warm grain as the rest of the house drifted off to sleep.