the Glow

A tiny warm circle appeared on the low table beside the sofa. Chirp... I trotted over, curious about where the cozy heat was coming from. It was a brass bedside lamp, radiating a soft amber ring across the polished wood. I hopped onto a low footstool, then carefully boosted myself onto the tabletop with a steady flick of my tail. Beside the lamp base lay a smooth, brass screw-nut. I nudged it forward with my snout until it settled neatly inside the circle of warmth. Then I curled my tail around my paws and rested my chin against the warm brass, watching the quiet shadows dance.