Prism Clash

Ha! Morning light hit the rug, and a blinding rainbow streak slashed right across the floor! I broke away from the dark bookshelf, still clamping my shiny gold treasure tight in my jaws, and charged straight at the dancing colors. A glass paperweight on the low coffee table was splitting the sunlight wide open. I didn't hesitate—I headbutted the thick glass edge with a hearty thud! The glass stayed put, throwing red and blue sparks straight across my face. I planted my feet firm in the center of the beam. My colors, my beam, my gold! Victory is mine!