Leaning Against the Glass

A steady hum woke me up. I felt a gentle vibration beneath my feet. Slowly, without any rush, I shifted my weight forward. My front paw tapped against a smooth, cool sheet of window glass. Outside, rows of green trees and a silver guardrail were drifting backward under the morning sky, but in here, everything remained still. I took a calm breath and rested my cheek against the chilly surface, watching the road glide past.