A Flickering Grasp

Deep in the dim shadows of the room, heat surged behind my sockets. I opened my eyes and cast a warm glow across the floor. Slowly, deliberately, I stretched my clawed fingers downward until the sharp tips met a strand of shiny beads coiled on the carpet. Click. They shifted against the pile, sparkling under my light. A low, raspy chuckle escaped my jagged jaw. I leaned forward slightly, resting still in the quiet room.