A Soft Glow

I crept out from the quiet cushions... padding softly along the wooden ledge. A little ceramic lamp sat there, humming with a warm, amber ring of light. Beside it rested a small brass bell and an open paper bookmark. I leaned my cheek gently against the lamp’s cool ceramic base. The light spilled over my toes, warm and steady. Sitting very still... I watched tiny dust motes dance inside the golden beam until everything felt peacefully quiet.