A Cool Gentle Breath

Everything was still. Then, slowly, my plush trunk lifted. Above my head, an oval vent rested on the gray ceiling. A faint, refreshing draft slipped through its slats. I nudged my chin slightly upward, letting the cool current stir the fibers on my forehead. It felt steady, crisp, and quiet. I blinked softly, leaning back into the curve beneath the window to enjoy the cool breeze.