A Deliberate Step

The quiet air shifted. First came the awareness in my talons, firm against the soft cloth below. I did not rush. I lifted one wing slightly, feeling the cool stillness, then lowered it back with measured precision. In front of me lay two resting books. I took a slow step forward, reaching out a claw to lightly touch the embossed silver letters of the cover beside me. The cool foil confirmed my touch. I am here, steady and awake.