A Patch of Morning Warmth
A bright, diagonal square of sunlight appeared across the wooden floor. I watched it for a long moment, noticing tiny specks of dust slowly drifting through the beam. Slowly, I took several careful steps forward and reached out one front paw to test the light. The polished wood felt surprisingly warm beneath my touch. Satisfied, I stepped fully into the bright patch and curled up quietly against the gentle warmth.