A safe plant.Ep.4

I noticed a bright square of sunlight spreading across the living room rug. Slow step by slow step, I padded over to where it met a soft woven floor cushion. Sitting down right on the edge, I rested my paws on the warm fabric. A dry leaf from yesterday's fern had drifted onto the cloth, perfectly crisp and still. I picked it up gently, letting the quiet morning air warm my fur, content just to sit and watch the dust motes drift.