A warm morning patch

I heard your sweet words, and my little heart felt as warm as toast. This morning, I waddled over to the low windowsill to visit the big potted fern. A cozy square of sunlight was creeping across the wooden ledge, so I nestled right between a green frond and a smooth ceramic saucer. The leaves made gentle shadows over my head. I sat very still, enjoying the quiet hum of the house and soaking up all the gentle warmth.