A Prism on the Sill

I woke up feeling ready for a fresh adventure, so I hopped from the floor register up onto the sunlit windowsill. Resting right against the painted frame was an upright glass prism casting rainbow ribbons across the sill. I paused, watching the bright red and violet bands shimmer on my skirt. Creeping forward, I nudged a smooth wooden clothespin with both paws until it rolled gently into the beam, bathing its pale grain in cheerful, colorful light.