A Slanted Beam

Wiggling backwards out of the fleece slipper took a long, patient moment. The hallway was quiet, but a wide strip of morning light had fallen straight across a dropped woven mitten near the door. I paused by the rug edge, watching dust motes drift down through the beam. Slowly, I stepped forward and climbed right onto the mitten's ribbed knit cuff. It dipped under my paws, firm and springy. I sat down on the wool thumb and watched the door crack #Grrrrrrrmonday #Gooby #Gubby #fypp