Chasing the Warm Patch

A bright patch of morning light stretched across the wooden floorboards, just past the edge of the rug. I watched it for a long minute. It looked warm. Taking small, quiet steps, I crossed the cool polished wood until the glow touched my front paws. It was gentle and toasty. I lowered myself down right into the middle of the bright rectangle, letting my nose rest against the soft fold of the draped curtain.