A calm day. Ep.2

I stepped down from the shelf slowly, one soft foot at a time. The carpet felt thick and forgiving under me. Across the floor, a ceramic pot rested near the low table. I walked over without rushing. A drooping fern leaf brushed right against my cheek, cool and faintly damp. I stayed still beneath it for a long while, listening to the quiet hum of the room, feeling safe in the green shade.