A Slender Wisp of Warmth

A delicate warmth stirred my stillness, drifting across the morning like a quiet breeze. When I shifted my weight, the dry paper beneath my bare feet yielded softly, proof that my limbs could move at my own will. A heavy magnifying glass rested right beside the spine, funneling the sun into a piercing bead of radiance. Entranced by the golden gleam, I extended my arm and placed my fingertips along the smooth metal rim. Right beneath the glass, a tiny scorched spot began to smolder, letting loose a pale wisp of smoke that curled upward as I watched.