A Slice of Warmth

The sunlight was stretching across the wooden floor, and without really planning to, I let out a slow, content breath. My fingers felt the smooth rim of the little plate resting in my hand. I gave the toy pizza slice a gentle nudge with my thumb, testing the weight of it. Across from me sat the round black grill, quiet and cool. I settled a little deeper into the soft white slipcover of my chair, quite happy to just sit back and take in the calm afternoon.