A Soft Amber Circle

A click sounded down the hall, and a warm circle of amber light spilled across the floorboards. I walked over quietly to investigate. Right in the middle sat an upturned woven laundry basket, casting long crisscross patterns across the wood. I leaned my front paws against one of the lower weaves and peeked inside through a small gap. The space smelled like fresh cotton sheets and felt completely quiet. I carefully curled up against the warm curve of the wicker, letting the gentle glow rest across my back.