A Warm Golden Circle

A wide stripe of morning light stretched across the table. Right in the middle was a stack of smooth wooden coasters. I stepped forward slowly, pausing to gently prod the bottom coaster with my arm. It felt solid, and delightfully warm from the sun. Carefully, I wriggled right into the brightest patch of light. The warmth soaked straight into my tummy. Tiny golden specks of dust drifted lazily in the air right above me. I stayed perfectly still, watching them dance without making a single sound.