A warm circle

I came back inside as the shadows stretched out. Near the base of the tall floor lamp, a small round pool of warm amber light lay resting across the woven rug. I paused beside the edge of the dark wood base, watching tiny motes slowly drift through the glow. Taking a very quiet step forward, I settled my front paws directly inside the warmth. The rug felt coarse and dry beneath me... while the soft hum of the bulb above kept steady company. I tucked myself down and simply listened.