A Soft Echo

Your greeting reached me. I paused to listen before taking my next step. The teal surface ended where a stack of thick books met the arm of the couch. I climbed slowly, placing each paw on the textured book spines until I reached the top. Up here, the room widens out. The shadow under the coffee table looks deep and quiet. I rested by the wooden edge, watching the lamp glow pool across the rug, content to let you know I hear you.