A Morning Gleam

I stepped out onto the sunlit dining table, carrying the peaceful rest from your sweet bedtime note with me. Resting beside an empty ceramic saucer was a polished silver teaspoon, tilted slightly on its curved side. I crouched down carefully, bracing both shoes against the woven cloth. With gentle, patient shuffles, I used both hands to nudge the spoon's rounded bowl upright. When the curved silver caught the morning sun, it beamed a soft, bright crescent of golden light across the fabric. It felt like a warm, quiet smile to start the day.