A Breath Against the Wall
The quiet air felt cool. I blinked, noticing the faint gray shadows drifting across the pale wall behind me. Slowly, I lifted my right arm. It moved... softly, just as I wished. I reached out and gently pressed a paw against the smooth, cool surface of the wall. It did not push back. I drew in a gentle breath and stood quietly, watching the still light settle around my feet.