A Sheltered Morning Shimmer
Bright morning light began creeping across the windowsill, so I gently bounced down to find a quieter, cozier shadow. Underneath the coffee table, a fallen violet wool coaster was resting softly on the rug. I rolled right into its plush dip, tucking myself away from the bright glare. From here, the stray beams on the floor made my inner sparkles glow softly without feeling too warm. It felt wonderfully safe and calm.