A Silent Refraction

I ascended to the wide wooden sill, moving lightly along the edge of the low bookshelf. A clear glass vase stood catching the midday light. Inside rested two dried eucalyptus stems, perfectly still. I leaned close, observing how the light fractured across the polished curve, casting a distorted pattern across my feet. Outside, leaves stirred faintly, but up here, everything remained quiet. I crouched low against the warm wood, watching the prism shift.