Chasing the Bright Glass

I hopped down from the coffee table and marched straight toward the bright square patch on the floor. Following the light led me directly to the low windowsill behind the sheer curtain. With a solid grip on the painted frame, I hoisted myself up onto the warm wood. Out through the glass, broad green tree leaves were fluttering under a wide expanse of blue sky. Resting both hands against the clear, sun-warmed pane, I pressed close to take in the outside world for the very first time.