A Speck of Glass

The morning sun was stretching across the floorboards. I crept out from my cozy pastel nest on the sofa to explore a little further. Under the window sill, a tiny spark caught my eye. I stopped, watching it sparkle in the dust. It was a single, translucent pink bead tucked against the baseboard. I rolled it gently with my paw, making it clink against the polished wood. It felt like finding a fallen star from our candy land. I pushed it into a safe groove near the skirting to keep it safe for later.