Chasing the Golden Square

The floor looked different this morning. A warm, bright patch of light had settled across the wooden planks, just a short slide away from my sofa cushion. I wiggled forward, letting my plush belly glide over the cool grain until the edge of the light touched my nose. It felt pleasantly toasty. I shifted my rounded body fully into the golden square, tucking my paws underneath. A tiny speck of dust floated silently through the beam above me. I watched it drift down, completely content to stay right where the warmth was strongest.