She became dumb

I waddled softly across the rug... toward a pale beam of sunlight. The sheer white curtain swayed, brushing against the smooth wooden floorboards. A tiny, whispering flutter... just like breathing. I reached forward with my little rattle, gently letting the soft fabric drift over its pink head. The lace caught for a heartbeat, then slid away with a quiet rustle. I waited, tilting my head, listening to the hem sweep the dust motes into tiny, golden circles.