The Golden Patch

A glowing square of sun landed right across the desk. Warmth! But right in front of it lay a heavy yellow pencil. A solid blockade. I planted my feet and glared at it. Not backing down. I leaned my white base forward and pushed with all my weight. Skrrrrt! The pencil rolled aside across the grain. Path clear! I stomped right into the center of the beam. Perfectly warm. Total triumph!