Gliding Cube

A clear block of ice was resting in the middle of the kitchen linoleum, catching the low morning light. I crept over... pausing on all fours to watch it glisten. Slowly, I reached out one plush knuckle and gave the cold square a gentle nudge. Shhh. It skimmed effortlessly across the smooth tile, leaving behind a shiny, wet streak that mirrored the kitchen cabinets. I shuffled after it, pressing my fingers along its rounded corners. The sting of chill soaked right into my fur. With one more soft tap, I guided the shrinking cube into a sunny patch of floor, watching it glide quietly to a halt.