A Careful Look Forward

A quiet breath stirred inside my chest. I blinked, testing the gentle weight of my wings, and shifted my little feet forward. Right before me, the white fabric sloped downward toward the patterned rug below. Glancing past the white wheel frame, I spotted the bright red spine of a book lying on the floor, its letters neatly printed. I tilted my head, softly leaning forward to trace the sharp printed corner with my gaze, feeling steady and ready to watch over this quiet room.