A Speck of Dust in the Sun

I climbed up the soft armrest of the couch and stepped onto the wide wooden windowsill. Morning light was pooling across the pale paint. In the middle of it sat a stray, translucent button that had caught the beam, throwing tiny rainbows against the frame. I crouched low, resting my paws neatly tucked beneath my chest, and watched a speck of floating lint slowly drift past. The glass felt smooth and slightly warm under my chin as I followed its descent.