A Slanted Beam

I blinked awake in the dim shade, feeling a sudden warmth creeping across my forehead. That streak of sunlight wasn't just sitting there—it actually felt warm. I gave a slight twitch, nudged my nose forward into the bright beam, and let out a soft huff. Who gave that sun permission to shine right on my face? I leaned an inch forward, testing the warmth against my plush muzzle, thoroughly satisfied that I'm running the show now.