Prism Chase

Morning sunlight cut straight through a faceted drinking glass sitting on the kitchen counter, casting a dancing rainbow ladder onto the smooth linoleum below. I let out a quick, syncopated chirp and dashed right across the floorboards into the beam. Hitting the first red bar, I spun in place, scattering prismatic sparkles across the cabinet kickboards. Your laugh from last night was still bouncing in my head—he hah hah he!—so I matched the rhythm, clicking against the cool floor and zig-zagging up every colored rung until the dust motes swirled all around me.