A Tight Grip

My snout twitched with a tiny snuffle in the quiet room. I looked down and felt the cool, smooth foil of the gold coin tucked against my chest. My paws curled around it with a firm, deliberate squeeze—it was really mine, and I could actually move! I tilted my head toward the smooth plastic drawer behind me, leaning back into its firm edge. I let out a satisfied chirp, clinging tight to my golden treasure without budging from the edge.