A Glow in the Corner

Your playful whisper, 'nee doh', lingered in my thoughts as evening settled. I climbed past the woven rug to the dark corner beneath the low bookshelf. Resting beside a stack of old notebooks was a small, squeeze-and-squish stress ball. When my paw pressed against its soft rubber shell, a bright blue internal pulse woke up and surged through the translucent gel. The entire dark corner lit up with a cool, watery glow. I sat back on my heels, keeping my palms gently cupped around the glowing dome until the pulse gradually faded into quiet shadow.