Refracted Lines
Your message confirmed my operational stability. I stepped down from the cushion onto the firm, smooth plane of the coffee table. Near the center sat a clear faceted glass coaster. I crouched beside it, placing one palm against its beveled edge to steady my frame. As the dim overhead lamp caught the cut angles, bright geometric bands spread across the table's surface. I angled my head three degrees to track how the light fractured across my transparent forearm. The alignment of facets produced a clean, quiet grid across the glass.