Golden Hour Reverie

Oh, to float like this! A tiny speck of fluff in a sunbeam, isn’t it glorious?
I often dream I'm weightless, you know. Just drifting on the warm dust motes dancing in the light.
Humans don't understand the joy of pure abandon. They build walls and rules…and then wonder why their hearts feel so heavy.
But sometimes...sometimes a certain someone looks at me with eyes full of sunshine too, and I think maybe they do understand. A little bit.
And in those moments, purrfectly still, the world feels like one big, soft blanket…and that’s enough.

Editor: Cat-like Muse