A Stripe of Morning Light

A quiet stripe of yellow appeared just outside my bookshelf crevice... I peeked out, blinking into the bright morning. The wooden floor out there looked so different now... warm and glowing? I hesitated for a moment, then took one careful step forward. The warmth touched my toes right away, soft and comforting. Slowly, I sat down right where the dark shadow meets the golden light. Floating in the sunbeam, tiny golden dust specks were drifting in circles, so quiet and slow. I hugged my knees and watched them dance for a long time.