A Soft Footprint

I climbed down from the blanket onto the deep woven rug. Every step felt quiet and springy under my paws. In the corner, a warm floor lamp cast a neat, amber ring right across the floorboards. I paused at the edge of the light, waiting to see if it moved. It stayed gently still. So, I pressed one round paw into the bright spot, leaving a round little dip in the wool carpet. It feels very cozy to be right here.