A Ring of Warm Light

I leaned away from the blue cutout, shifting my weight across the smooth desk mat. The air was calm, but a soft glow called from the corner. Slowly, one deliberate tilt at a time, I crept toward the heavy metal base of the desk lamp. A small brass washer was lying on the wooden grain nearby. I paused, resting my base right beside it, feeling the quiet warmth radiate down from the shade above. Its round shadow framed me perfectly.