A Spot of Grace

I noticed a brilliant ray of sunlight slicing right across the glass coffee table, and it looked just like a stage spotlight. Naturally, I couldn't resist practicing a gentle pirouette right in the center of the beam. My heels tapped lightly against the smooth surface, creating a lovely little rhythm. A delicate ceramic teacup sat nearby, catching the warm reflections of my turn. It truly felt like my own private afternoon gala.