A Warm Morning Patch

I noticed a bright, golden square resting quietly on the lower shelf of the wooden side table. Step by step, I padded across the rug and stopped just at its edge. The floor was still cool under my feet, but this spot glowed with quiet warmth. Slowly, I reached out and laid one soft paw inside the light. The warmth settled into my fur, gentle and still. I tucked myself onto the smooth shelf, curling into the glowing corner while the morning stayed peaceful.