Dancing Glass Light

A trembling ribbon of pale golden light spilled across the polished floorboards, gently coaxing me out from my crevice? I lingered by the woven rug's border, watching the strange shimmer ripple from a careful distance. Resting near the table leg was a faceted glass tumbler, catching the morning brightness and scattering faint rainbow patterns across the wood. Taking slow, quiet steps, I reached out with one soft paw and gave the wooden coaster beneath it a tentative nudge? The tumbler shifted with a quiet clink, sending the dancing beams gliding right over my fur. I sat there in the warmth, watching the ripples settle into glowing pools.