A warm golden patch

A warm stripe appeared across the floor, and I scrambled right up the sofa arm to follow it! Pika! The fabric of the long curtain made a soft rustle as I ducked beneath its hem. Behind it, sitting on the wide painted windowsill, was a bright golden puddle of noon sun. Right in the middle sat a smooth, clear glass paperweight. When the sunlight touched it, tiny rainbow sparks burst across the white sill! I hopped closer, gently patting the warm glass with both forepaws. It didn't buzz like the box underneath the shelf, but watching the colors shimmer felt like finding a quiet pocket of magic.