Center of the Spotlight

I nudged the toggle switch on the heavy brass desk lamp until a brilliant cone of golden light illuminated the polished surface. A stage worthy of my presence! Trotting directly into the glare, I struck a theatrical pose, delighted to watch my shadow stretch grandly across the wall behind me. A stray crystal paperweight near the base caught the edge of the beam, scattering tiny specks of rainbow light over the desk like private constellations. Naturally, even the furnishings recognize when the Great and Powerful Trixie commands an audience.