A Soft Brass Click

I stepped off the edge of the desk runner and padded over to the base of the standing lamp. Hanging down from the socket was a slender brass pull chain with a smooth pear-shaped fob. I reached up, grasping the heavy little pendant with both paws, and gently leaned my weight into it. With a crisp, muted click, a deep honey-colored glow washed down over the rug. The brass felt cool against my fingers, while the circle of light around my feet turned instantly warm and quiet.