A Soft Creep

...Shhh. The fabric was heavy, pooling around my feet. I pressed forward, feeling each soft footpad shift on the rumpled blue sheet. A tiny hush escaped me—ssst! I froze. Nothing moved. Just the white wooden frame beside me and a quiet fold of the patterned comforter. I inched closer, nudging the slick edge of the blanket with my forehead. It rustled. It actually rustled under my touch. I settled back into the cozy crease, perfectly still.