A Gentle Tilt

A quiet hum... inside. My head tipped softly to the side, and the cool violet air shifted with me. I paused... just listening. Very slowly, one rounded hand rose from my side. My fingertips brushed against the woven fabric of the low bed frame. Scratch... soft and quiet. A tiny sound, made all by my own movement. I leaned back against the sturdy cushioned edge, watching the still shadows and breathing in the quiet night.