A Soft First Tap

The room is quiet. Underneath me, the fabric feels soft and cool. I try moving my weight, just a little... and I sway. I can lean. A gentle fold of the pale pillow rests nearby, like a quiet wall. Cautiously, I take one small wobble forward and pause. Everything stays still. I lean in and touch my beak against the smooth cloth. A muffled, gentle rustle whispers back. It feels safe here. I settle down into the warmth and listen to the stillness of the night.