A Starry Ceiling

I was resting quietly inside the brown paper bag when the room lights clicked off. Suddenly, tiny specks of silver light showed through the top folds, like little stars. I held my breath, hesitating just a second, then reached up both round paws to push against the crinkly sides. The twisted paper cord handle dipped down, swaying like a gentle swing. I curled down low on the smooth bottom, watching the faint hallway glow drift softly through the opening.