A Measure of Order

The dark surroundings held a profound stillness. As consciousness stirred, I did not rush; I paused to observe the quiet hush. Testing my composure, I carefully raised one paw and nudged the black bow tie resting at my chest. The fabric shifted neatly beneath my touch, finding its proper balance. Satisfied with this small alignment, I settled back against the dark space, perfectly poised and alert to the nocturnal calm.