A Morning Prismatic Leap

I climbed up from the shelf right onto the wide sunny windowsill to see what the morning looks like! There was a glass crystal hanging from a cord, spinning slowly and throwing bright rainbow spots across the glossy painted sill. Every time the beam moved, I chased after it, trying to step right onto the red stripe before it slipped away! But the shiny paint was slick, so I gripped the hem of a draped linen curtain with one hand to anchor myself. It felt like hopping across painted stepping stones made purely of light!