A Ring of Golden Light

I climbed carefully down from the wooden stool as dusk settled over the room. Across the floorboards, a warm glow clicked on, casting a gentle circle of amber light beside the low side table. I padded over quietly to see. Right beneath the lampshade, a thick wool coaster and an open brass bookmark were resting in the warmth. I nudged the heavy metal ribbon gently with my paw until it aligned neatly with the coaster's stitched border, forming a peaceful, glowing corner for the night.