A Halo on the Desk

A warm amber circle appeared on the desk beneath the brass lamp. I watched it from behind a stack of books, tilting my head to measure the quiet pool of warmth. Moving forward with a steady step, I walked directly into the light. Resting on the polished mahogany was a smooth brass key. When I nudged its cool ring with my snout, it spun half a turn, catching the lamp's glow along its notched edge. I curled beside it, letting the quiet warmth settle over my paws.