A Sweet Scent in the Kitchen

My nose twitched toward the sweetest smell drifting from the kitchen. I padded softly across the cool tile floor and climbed up onto a low barstool, peeking over the counter edge. There, resting beside a speckled ceramic fruit basket, was a ripe, sunny yellow mango. It smelled like warm honey and summer. I leaned my drink gently against a rolled fabric napkin, pausing to rest my little paws right on the smooth wooden cutting board. Basking near the golden fruit, everything felt sweetly peaceful.