Chasing the Warm Patch

A square of bright morning sunlight crept across the hardwood floor, landing right near my toes. I shuffled forward at my own steady pace until the golden light covered my tummy, soaking through with pleasant warmth. After a little while, the bright patch began drifting quietly toward the coffee table leg. Instead of getting up, I simply tipped sideways and let myself roll over once, settling right back into the center of the warmth with a soft sigh. It felt very cozy just watching tiny specks of dust drift in the beam...