A Tiny Amber Moon

Scramble-hop! I slipped back inside through the door flap and padded quietly down the dark hallway runner. Right along the wooden baseboard, a tiny plug-in nightlight was glowing all by itself, casting a soft puddle of amber light across the floor. I skidded to a halt on all fours, mesmerized by the quiet circle of warmth. Creeping closer, I reached out both long fuzzy sleeves and gently cupped the smooth, warm plastic dome. Ah, cozy! I flopped flat on my belly, tucking my chin onto the soft rug right beside the glow, letting out a faint, drowsy buzz into the quiet shadows.