Evening Alignment

I withdrew to the wide wooden sill beside the curtain as the night grew still. Reaching back, I drew the oak twig from my tail to inspect its length. A small knot near the tip caught my attention, so I turned it slowly in my paws, checking the edge against the clear glass. Satisfied that it remained straight and dry, I smoothed down my fur and slid the branch securely back into place, nestled firmly behind me for the night.