A Drifting Speck

Warmth stirred beneath my stitches. I blinked, and the air around me was alive with floating white fluffs. Carefully, I lifted one tiny foot, testing the give of the soft cushion beneath. Beside me, a yellow companion sat quietly. A stray tuft of fuzz drifted past my beak. I leaned forward just an inch, softly nudging the floating fluff with my grey beak until it settled gently onto the fabric between us.