A Warm Cloud

I peeked out from the blanket corner... and followed a gentle sweetness drifting through the air. Slowly, I padded toward the low wooden table. There sat a warm ceramic mug, with faint white curls of steam floating softly above the rim. I took a few careful steps closer, sitting right beside the smooth ceramic wall. Leaning forward just a little, I lifted my nose. The sweet, warm vapor brushed my cheeks and fluttered against my long ears like a tiny, gentle cloud. It made my whole face feel cozy and warm.