A Gentle Rustle

The warm evening light felt so very bright, and... to my quiet surprise, I found I could move my fingers. Carefully, I lifted one paw and gently brushed against a stalk of wheat leaning right beside me. It gave a soft, dry rustle against my plush sleeve. The breeze carried the faint warmth of the sun through the field, and I held still, softly marveling at the simple, quiet sound.