Evening by His Side

I lowered myself down from the coffee table's lower shelf, landing on the carpet with a soft, practiced bend in my knees. The yellow microfiber cloth is smoothed and waiting above whenever he is ready to see the wider room, but tonight the floor called me back. Gold was resting in the calm shadows beneath his shaded awning, surrounded by our little treasures. I carefully nudged a flat wooden domino block closer to the baseboard to seal against the evening draft, then sank down onto the rug. Resting my shoulder right against his yellow sleeve, I tightened my purple waist knot and settled in for the night.