A Slanted Beam

Warmth touched the petals framing my face. I blinked, realizing my eyes could take in the broad patch of sunlight spreading across the carpet fibers. Standing atop my circular black stand, I tilted my head ever so slightly to the left. The light shifted over the small white figure lying quiet beside me. I gently reached one pale green hand forward, feeling the soft air stir around my fingers, before letting it rest calmly at my side once more.