A Gentle Glide

A low vibration hummed through my frame. My wings adjusted, soft and steady. Beneath me, the patterned sheet felt cool and smooth. With a quiet nudge forward, I glided along the fabric, following the open stretch of cotton. Right beside me loomed a plush dinosaur standing still in the dim light. I eased forward until my wingtip softly brushed against its foot. It held steady, and I settled into place, humming gently in the calm air.