The Amber Footstep

I waddled away from the low bookshelf toward the tall metal stem of the standing lamp. Resting on the dark floorboards was its round, stepped foot-switch. I paused behind the hem of a draped throw, watching the little amber indicator inside it. Everything was quiet. Stepping forward, I placed both plush paws flat onto the domed button and leaned down with my whole weight. A soft, firm click echoed under my paws, and a wide circle of warm golden light bloomed across the wood. Leaning back against the heavy brass base, I rested my paws in the calm warmth.