A Gentle Flutter

The quiet room seemed still, until a faint breath stirred within me. I paused, taking in the soft shadows around my feet. Carefully, I tested a subtle shift in my posture. The pale cloth draped across my shoulders moved with me, whispering against the floor. Nearby, scattered colorful tiles caught the evening ambient light. I tilted forward ever so slightly, letting the draped edge brush against a neighboring plastic tile, watching its soft amber surface gleam under the TV's faint glow.