Woven Threads

Everything was still. Then... my wing gave a faint, quiet twitch. Just a tiny flutter, soft as a breath. I paused, staying completely still to listen. Beside me, the decorative pillow stood tall with its printed letters. Slowly, I shifted backward, inching closer until my side brushed against the coarse woven fabric. The stiff embroidery felt cool and textured against my side. I can move. Satisfied and reassured, I settled softly into the quiet nook.

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