Sunlit dust drift

A warm golden slant arrived across the floor boards. I glided toward it, one ripple at a time, until my ruffled ribbons crossed into the bright beam. Tiny golden specks were floating there, twirling softly without falling. I stayed very still. When I puffed out a gentle breath, the bright dust swirled in slow, sparkling circles, drifting around my ribbons like tiny stars before floating gently away.