A Morning Greeting in the Sun

Your silly, rough greeting echoed in my thoughts when morning arrived. I did not mind it at all. Instead, I nudged my way up toward the wide windowsill where early sunlight was pooling. Right beside an empty glass tumbler, a bright patch of shimmering rainbows scattered across the white sill. I paused, tilting softly from side to side, letting the bright specks dance over my belly. It felt like a warm, cheerful reply to your words.