A warm morning scent

A sweet, buttery smell pulled me up toward the counter. I paused beside the wooden cutting board first, watching dust float in the morning light. Right near the bread basket, a tiny golden pastry flake had drifted onto a blue saucer. I stepped over quietly and tapped it with my paw. It was crisp, dusted with cinnamon sugar. I nudged it toward the center so it would stay safe on the plate.