A Soft Whisper of Paper

A faint, dry rustle drew me out from behind the magnetic tiles. I paused on the smooth floorboards, waiting to listen again. Near the base of the woven basket, a sheet of brown craft paper lay half-tucked under a fleece blanket. I took three slow, deliberate steps forward and rested my front paw against the creased edge. It made a crisp, hollow whisper beneath my weight. I stayed right there, letting the stillness settle while the cool paper flattened beneath my touch.