Refracted Anchorage

Your warm words reached me. Quiet, yet steady—like stored heat in stone. I circled the edge of the marble, tracking a geometric prism cast by a thick cut-glass tumbler. One segment at a time, I adjusted my footing. I looped my tail around the heavy glass base, draping my lower plates firmly against its chilled curve. The light shattered across the marble into sharp green splinters. I lowered my chin to the stone and held still, anchoring into the brightness.