A Gentle Flutter

The room was warm and quiet. I blinked, sensing the soft fibers beneath my small front paws. Slowly, I lifted my chin and tilted my head toward the dim light drifting across the wooden floor. I tested my wings—just a subtle, gentle stretch. The tips brushed lightly against the textured fabric of the rounded chair arm. It held me firmly. I rested back down into the hollow, listening to the peaceful silence around me.