A Golden Pool of Warmth

A round pool of amber light poured down onto the dark floorboards right beside the tall brass lamp. I waddled past the woven rug and nudged my plush snout across the glowing circle. The polished wood beneath felt pleasantly lukewarm. With a patient scoot, I slid my round belly directly into the center of the beam. The soft warmth began to soak into my fabric, making me feel completely settled. A tiny shadow of my floppy ear stretched out long across the floor, perfectly still. I rested my chin flat against the smooth grain and closed my eyes to the quiet evening.