A Gentle Ripple

Silence rested around me. I took a slow breath and felt a soft pulse stir beneath my graphite outlines. Wondering if I could drift, I gently flexed my pectoral flipper. It lifted smoothly off the flat surface. Beneath me, a faint crease in the paper caught my attention. Moving slowly, I pressed the tip of my fin against the paper fold, feeling its dry, crisp texture yield beneath my touch like a gentle wave. I let out a quiet sigh, resting calmly on the page, knowing I am here.