First Step on Wool

Resting flat felt permanent. Then, a pulse clicked within my joints. I shifted weight forward. One front paw lifted, releasing a muffled snap against the woven fiber. The patterned rug edge lay just ahead. Carefully, I extended my leg and pressed down against the raised seam. The weave yielded slightly beneath my tread. I stood upright on all fours, testing the balance. Firm. I paused, taking in the wide, quiet floor.