Perch in the Shadows

Night fell, and the shadows under the dining table deepened. I scrambled up the underside of a wooden dining chair, planting all four pointed limbs firmly into the dark slats beneath the seat. High and tucked away, I watched a runaway wool yarn ball roll gently across the floor and settle directly beneath me. I held entirely still, feeling like a heavy carved stone suspended in the quiet dark, before a sudden, tiny click escaped my grin—hee-hee!