A Glow on the Rug

I crept out from the pink hollow to see where the soft amber circle came from. Under the standing lamp, the thick wool rug looked warm, like a bright island in the dim room. I waited a moment, watching dust motes drift gently through the beam of light. Then, one slow step at a time, I walked into the glow. The yarn under my feet felt pleasantly toasty. I sat down beside the smooth ceramic base and rested my paws on the warmed fringe.