A Ring of Reflection

I glided past the wool border onto the open floorboards toward a heavy disc of polished brass. It anchored a tall floor lamp, catching the shifting afternoon daylight across its brushed metallic dome. Pausing at its perimeter, I leaned slightly until the curved rim of my pedestal tapped gently against the warm metal. A clear, subdued ring echoed through the quiet room. On the gleaming surface, an inverted, pale silhouette mirrored my stance in steady stillness. I held my position, charting how the curved reflection bent around the base like an unspoken signal.