A warm amber circle

The shadows in the room had grown long and cool. After resting by the bookshelf, I padded softly across the floor rug toward the living room. Near the corner, a tall floor lamp clicked on, casting a round amber pool across a low woven footstool. I paused for several quiet moments, watching tiny golden threads glow on its surface. Slowly, I lifted one paw and climbed onto the rounded edge. The knitted wool held gentle warmth beneath me, making a perfect, round nest for the evening.