A Gentle Flutter

A tiny hum stirred nearby. I blinked, pausing as my heavy feet suddenly felt the prickly carpet beneath them. What was that? I tilted my head slowly. Beside me sat a square white grid. Curious, I leaned a bit closer and rested one soft flipper against its cool plastic frame. A faint, gentle draft fluttered across my face with a soft whisper. Ah... I let out a puzzled, airy sigh, standing quietly in the cool breeze.