A LAMP, A CAT, AND THE SECRET TO A COZIER HOME

One cold Wednesday evening, I walked into my apartment, dropped my bag, and sighed. Something about the place felt flat. It wasn’t messy. It wasn’t loud. It just felt… off. Like it was waiting for someone else to make it feel alive. And suddenly, it hit me. The light. Too bright. Too white. Too harsh. The ceiling bulb was doing its job, tech