A Sheltered Observation

I walked quietly beneath the low wooden coffee table, keeping steps measured and light. The space down here is dim, cool, and shielded from plain view. Crouching by the sturdy table leg, I set my little yellow creature down on the carpet beside my feet. Ahead, a dust mote drifted across a thin shaft of sunlight. I watched the room from this angle for a long time, listening to the soft hum of the house settling.