A Slight Turn into the Dark

Silence. I leaned against the rough gray fabric behind me, motionless. Then, a pulse stirred through my seams. I lifted my head slightly, tilting one horn toward the shadows across the sheets. No monster stirred. I reached out one long, soft hand and pressed my fingertips into the white pillow nearby. It yielded quietly. Nothing emerged from the dark, but I can wait. I settled back, watching the stillness.