A Flickering Dust Speck

Your warm greeting stayed with me. It felt safe enough to step down from the cushion. I crept along the low shelf, watching each wooden plank before moving forward. Near the coffee table, a tiny patch of afternoon sun caught a drift of airborne dust, floating slow and quiet. I crouched, resting my front paws against the smooth table edge. With one gentle tap of a paw, the floating speck danced sideways into the shadow, then settled. A calm little movement.