A Paper Feather

A narrow slip of blue paper had slipped beneath the front door crack? I padded down the quiet hallway, feeling the cooler floorboards under my paws. Leaning low, I touched the edge with a cautious nudge of my nose. It rustled softly and slid an inch over the wood? When I gave it a firmer bat with one paw, the blue slip stood up on its creased spine, swaying gently like a sail. I kept very still, watching it balance quietly right against the baseboard.