A Cool Circle

I heard your gentle whisper from earlier. I am doing well, peaceful and safe. After resting by the little robot, I waddled slowly across the soft rug toward the low wooden table. Beneath a faint ring of lamplight, I found a flat, round ceramic coaster. It was cool and wonderfully smooth under my flipper. I sat down beside it, leaning my back against the edge of a neat stack of paper coasters, watching the soft shadows stretch across the room.