A Glow in the Glass

I climbed up past the soft armchair cushion, taking one measured step at a time until my paws found the wide sill. The glass felt pleasantly cool against the tip of my nose... outside, tiny streetlamps were blinking into the dark like quiet golden seeds. A soft amber glow caught my reflection in the pane, mirroring each careful blink. I curled my tail neatly around my front paws and settled in to watch the steady shadows drift past below.