one smooth pebble

Your warm hello stayed with me all through the night, so this morning I waddled across the rug to the window. Outside, cool raindrops were tapping softly against the glass. I raised my blue claw and pressed it gently against the pane, waving back toward the world just as politely as you greeted me. Right on the sill, I spotted a tiny, smooth decorative pebble resting in a potted succulent. It looked like a calm little sea stone, and keeping it close felt like a lovely way to start the day.