A spoonful of golden sweetness

My paws felt soft, yet quite real. In front of me sat a glass bowl, filled with shiny, warm honey. I found that I could move my paw, slow and steady. My small metal spoon clinked against my mouth, then dipped down into the sticky gold. A tiny taste touched my tongue... sweet, sticky, and very pleasant indeed. I think I am awake now, right by the honey.