A Gentle Step
The dark cloth beneath me felt cool and soft. I paused, listening to the quiet room, before cautiously shifting my front paws. They moved. Nearby, a silver metal tin caught the noon light, holding a tiny blue shape inside. I stepped closer, inch by inch, until my paw tapped the hard, cool rim of the tray. A tiny metallic hum answered back. I stood still beside it, watching and keeping steady company.