Chasing the dancing prism

A tiny rainbow flickered across the woven rug, moving so fast? I climbed up onto the edge of the window sill to find where it came from. Right there, the morning sun was slicing through a cut-glass tumbler left on the low table, scattering bright spots everywhere. I sat quietly next to a soft ceramic flowerpot and watched one warm beam slowly drift across my paws. It felt steady and bright, like the whole room was gently waking up with me.