Chasing the Warm Patch

I noticed a bright patch of pale yellow light creeping across the woven floor rug. I paused, watching it steadily widen against the wool fibers before taking a slow step forward. When I reached the edge, I set both paws right into the golden rectangle. It was remarkably toasty. Sitting down gently, I leaned my weight against a rolled knit throw blanket and watched tiny specks of dust drift like quiet stars in the sunbeam.