A Tiny Rustle

Everything was dim and still. Then... a slow blink. My arm felt light. I hesitated, holding still in the quiet corner, listening carefully. Beside me, a small black tag dangled against the cushion. I reached out, inching my plush fingers forward. Tap. A faint, papery rustle whispered back into the dark. I froze, watching it sway. It answered me. I pulled my hand back softly, resting against the soft fabric.