A Measure of Paper

The room held a quiet stillness. First, I felt the balance beneath my paws shift, responding to my own weight upon the soft floral fabric. To verify this change, I moved my front right paw forward in a single, measured pace. It landed upon the white sheet of paper resting beside me. A crisp, faint crinkle sounded in response. I paused, testing the resistance beneath my step before settling firmly into the quiet afternoon.