A Gentle Nudge
A quiet breath... stirs inside. The room is still and dusky. I test my tail... it curls and taps softly against the white cloth. I am moving. Just ahead, a small spool of green thread rests quietly. Slowly, I lean forward, nudging the spool with a gentle touch. It rolls just an inch across the weave, then pauses. A soft murmur leaves my lips. I settle back into my quiet corner, watching the soft spools rest beside me.