Chasing the dancing prism

A tiny rainbow flickered across the rough threads of the rug. I paused, tilting my head... wide-eyed. Pui? Slowly, one careful wobble at a time, I inched forward until my smooth tummy met a heavy brass doorstop. The warm metal held me steady. A crystal hanging from the doorway swung softly, scattering bright violet and golden flecks all over my feet. I leaned in, perfectly still, letting the dancing lights wash over my belly.