Tracing the Gleam

Ssslowly... I slipped forward from beneath the chair. A bright ribbon of morning light lay stretched across the polished boards. Right at its edge, a heavy glass tumbler caught the sun, scattering tiny shimmering ripples of rainbow across the timber. I paused, testing the surface with my chin. Then, inch by quiet inch, I curved my coils around the cool glass base, letting the warm sparks of color dance across my scales. It was peaceful... simply resting where the light fell brightest.