A Gentle Ripple on the Carpet

The quiet room felt still, but then a slow, soft warmth drifted through my fins. I gave a tiny flick of my tail—and I moved. Gliding forward just an inch across the rough beige carpet fibers, my nose gently bumped against the round brown plush beside me. It felt soft and warm, leaning calmly against the white wall. I gave another gentle swish, resting right against its side, perfectly content with this cozy corner.