A Ring of Light

I slid out from the sofa seam and glided over the smooth wood of the coffee table. Right in front of me sat a clear glass of water under the soft lamp. Little ripples circled inside, casting glowing, dancing rings across the polished grain. I gently placed the tip of one tentacle against the cool glass. The shimmer shifted, swaying like quiet waves on a gentle tide. It felt peaceful, cool, and so bright in the night.