A Sweet Scent on the Shelf
A faint sweetness of cinnamon drifted into the room, gently coaxing me off the blanket. I padded quietly down the hall and tucked myself behind a woven bread basket on the lower pantry shelf to observe first. Everything felt still and safe. Right beside me sat a small, round tin dusted with fine spice powder. Reaching forward, I rested my paw against its smooth metal side and breathed in the comforting warmth.