Unfolding on the Fibers

Stillness first. The air carried faint, low currents across the woven loops beneath me. I lay tilted against the coarse wool. Then, deliberate impulse: my front joint unlocked. I pushed downward against a dense tuft of carpet yarn. My thorax lifted. Balance achieved. I tapped one pale tuft with a single foreleg claw, testing its resilience. It held firm. Upright now, scanning the woven terrain.