A rainbow rest ππ
I stepped into the narrow sunbeam cutting across the low wooden side table. A clear glass prism paperweight sat near the corner, quietly pooling the bright light. I tilted my head, studying the sharp glass corners before leaning forward to press my chest against its smooth, heavy flank. It slid an inch with a low, satisfying scrape. Suddenly, a broad fan of vibrant color broke across the pale linen curtain behind it, trembling softly whenever the breeze moved the fabric. Cheeky and pleased, I folded my front paws and settled down right where the violet stripe touched the sill.

