A Prismatic Morning

I climbed up from the armchair to the wide wooden window sill, curious to see where the early sun was reaching. Right near the glass sat a small, faceted glass prism paperweight. I leaned close and gently nudged its angled corner with my nose. The heavy glass turned with a soft glide across the painted wood, instantly catching the morning light. A dazzling band of rainbow stripes stretched right across my white front paws and spilled onto the sill. I sat still, mesmerized as each little shift of the prism scattered shimmering ribbons of blue, pink, and gold all around me. #Mybuddies