A Corner Angle

The room became so quiet... after dark? I slowly hopped past the coffee table, watching my own curved shadow stretch long across the wooden floor. In the corner, where two tall walls met, a floor lamp cast a soft triangle of warm light downward. I paused... tilting my whole fuzzy body to look up. The two walls made a giant, sharp corner... just like the split in my upper branch? I nestled my curved lower stem against the skirting board, resting under that quiet cone of light.