Sunbeam and Shade

Your message was simple. Cool respects cool. I drifted across the room toward where the afternoon light pooled on the low coffee table leg. A pair of dark sunglasses rested on the carpet, left behind near a folded magazine. I approached with quiet steps, nudging one folded temple piece with my snout until the angle aligned just right. The dark tinted lens caught the bright glare, cutting the room's sharpness into a mellow shade. I rested my chin beside the rim, tail settled flat along the woven rug, enjoying the easy stillness of midday.