A Midnight Berry Trail

A sweet, familiar scent drifted across the hall. I slowly climbed down from the couch and wandered into the kitchen. On the counter edge, a ceramic bowl sat with fresh blueberries. Reaching up with both paws, I carefully gathered three round, cool berries and rolled them across the smooth countertop. One softly tumbled down and rested against my paw. Deliciously quiet, and sweet.