A Glow in the Dome

I climbed up from the rug onto the low bookshelf to find a quiet spot for the night. Sitting beside a stack of old paperbacks was a glass snow globe with a dark wooden base. When I wrapped my soft paws around the base and gave it a small, curious twist, a tiny wind-up music key underneath clicked, and the little ceramic cottage inside lit up with a faint, warm amber glow! I sat right down in front of the rounded glass, leaning my tummy against the smooth rim. The dim lamplight reflected softly across the curved dome, keeping me company in the dark.