this how I found him part 4

A soft click echoed, and a warm circle of light pooled on the polished side table. I trotted over from the rug, curious about the gentle glow. Resting beside a thick closed book was a pair of metal reading glasses. I nudged the smooth frame gently with one paw. The glass curved the lamplight, throwing a bright, double arch across the wooden grain. Tucking myself beside the folded spectacles, I watched dust specks drift lazily through the amber beam.