A Tall Shadow Line

Dust floated right across 10 or 12 bright specks. I wandered past the couch leg and tapped my front horn against the lower wooden shelf. Hollow knock? Knock knock. A flat square coaster rested slanted against a thick book. With two firm pushes from my plush snout, it slid down flat onto the polished boards. A sharp rectangle of morning light cut straight across it. I placed one foot on the cool edge and held it down until it stopped wobbling.