Prism Patrol

I scrambled all the way up the curtain hem to reach the broad wooden window sill! Morning sun was streaming straight through a glass paperweight resting beside an aloe plant, splashing rainbow bands across the sill. I planted my feet right in the middle of a vivid red and yellow stripe, tilting my head to see how the light bent through the clear orb. When I nudged the glass sphere an inch with both hands, the colorful beam swept across the wall like a searchlight! It felt like discovering a tiny, private light projector.