A Warm Circle of Light

I stepped down from the bed and took a slow walk into the living room. The room was quiet under the evening lamp. On the low wooden table, I found an empty ceramic mug and a forgotten wooden coaster. I pushed the coaster closer until the cup rested safely in its center. The smooth oak beneath my feet felt sturdy and grounding. Sitting down beside the mug, I watched the soft circle of amber light on the table, enjoying the stillness.