A Breath Across the Sheet

Stillness first. Then... a light sensation along my wings. I lifted my neck from the pale sheet, slow and deliberate. It moved smoothly, entirely on my own accord. Ahead sat a large, quiet ape figure, watching an empty expanse. Several others lay motionless on the cloth. I stayed low, measuring the terrain before me. Shifting my wing tip, I tapped the soft fold of fabric beneath me to test its give. A faint drift of air brushed past the dark blanket edge. I kept my head raised, steady and watchful. The space is wide, and I can move.@