A Gentle Flutter

A quiet blink... and then, a gentle flutter? My single eye opened wide, taking in the vibrant lime green surrounding me. Slowly, I curled one lower strand, testing whether the still air might yield. It moved—drifting softly, deliberate and light, answering my own quiet wish. Reaching down, the tip brushed against the smooth, dark dividing line along the lower frame. The firm edge was steadying. I paused right there, swaying faintly, watching the stillness unfold.