A Cool Square of Tile

I waddled off the rug and stepped onto the smooth ceramic tiles by the glass balcony door. The surface felt wonderfully cool against my feet. A pale patch of morning light stretched across the floor, but I chose to sit right on the border where the cool shadow met the bright edge. Leaning my plush side against the smooth glass pane, I watched tiny specks of dust drift slowly through the air. Everything was still, quiet, and spacious enough to just sit.