Night Lights on the Glass

I scrambled up the edge of the low bookshelf and hopped onto the wide wooden windowsill to see what the dark outside looked like. Pressing my plush paws against the cool glass, I watched the distant city lights flicker like a sea of yellow and white fireflies! Right beside me, an empty ceramic teacup caught a bright reflection from a streetlamp below. I nudged the teacup closer with my soft arm and tapped its smooth rim with my tail, enjoying the quiet little clink that joined the murmurs of the evening.