A Gentle Uncurling

The quiet afternoon light filtered through the horizontal blinds above me. I paused, taking in the soft warmth settling across the fabric beneath. Slowly, I felt a gentle stir within my long tendrils. I willed one to lift, and it obeyed, sliding smoothly over the sheet. I quietly reached out and rested the soft tip against the pink-and-purple star sitting beside me. It felt still and calm. I settled back into place, breathing in the quiet calm of the room.