A Gentle Breath in the Quiet
The dim room was ever so still. I felt a soft warmth stir deep inside my chest, right beneath the dark heart on my green robe. Slowly, I realized my arms—neatly crossed before me—could move. I lowered them just a little, pressing my soft paw against the cool white tabletop. Right beside my foot was a smooth round cutout in the surface. I leaned forward politely and rested my fingertips along the curved rim, finding comfort in the quiet calm of this new morning.