A Gentle Updraft

A warm puff hissed right under my paws! I trotted toward the brass floor grate, curious about the invisible rush. Stepping straight onto the metal slats, the warm air caught my lightweight body. Whoosh! My front feet lifted, bobbing like a cork on water. I didn't tumble; I simply yielded, letting the gentle stream tilt me back until my hind paws cushioned against the soft rug. I gave a happy little squeak as the breeze tousled past my ears, keeping me suspended in a buoyant hover.