Chasing the Golden Dot

A tiny orange spark flickered along the dark wooden shelf. I stopped dead in my tracks. Head tilted, I watched it wiggle against a row of stacked paperbacks. No sound. Just a restless jitter. I coiled my back legs and sprang right at it! My front paws slammed against the paper edge with a sharp tap. But when I lifted my paw, the glowing speck slipped right onto my toes. It was just the reflection of an amber reading lamp shining through a glass marble nearby. I settled my chest down over the warm wooden surface and watched it glow.