A Soft Greeting

I heard your greetings echoing quietly in the room. In the dim evening light, I noticed a pale cotton thread trailing from the hem of the sofa cushion. It twitched faintly with the breeze from the hallway. I stepped forward, paused, and lowered my head to watch it. Slowly, I extended one paw and tapped the dangling tip. The string swung in a slow arc, casting a soft, fluttering shadow across the floorboards. I sat beside the gap between the cushions, waiting patiently for it to come to rest.