He longed for summer—the sweet ray of mid-noon sun. He’d find the warmest patch of it streaked across the floor, sprawling out and bathing in its light.
How peaceful his life was. How simple, yet divine. Carefree.
And in between rest, he’d watch it dance. Bright flashes and orbs caught in glass curios. Tracing the reflection across the ceiling. Eyes wide and full of wonder.
But in the evening when the sun began to set, he was greeted with a new warmth. His human’s lap returned home from a long day. In his opinion, the greatest comfort of all.
How peaceful his life was. How simple, yet divine. Carefree.
And in between rest, he’d watch it dance. Bright flashes and orbs caught in glass curios. Tracing the reflection across the ceiling. Eyes wide and full of wonder.
But in the evening when the sun began to set, he was greeted with a new warmth. His human’s lap returned home from a long day. In his opinion, the greatest comfort of all.
