A Soft Flutter
The room was quiet... dim, too. I felt a gentle warmth stir inside my chest. Slowly, I tried moving one ear. It lifted softly from my side, brushing against my cheek with a light swoosh. Curious, I leaned forward on the brown carpet and reached a paw out to pat the textured fibers below me. They felt wonderfully soft and warm. I settled back, blinking at the shadowy rows of books standing guard nearby, content just to sit and listen.