A Soft Flutter

A tiny breath stirred in me. My right arm was raised slightly against the pale wall, frozen, until... it twitching gently. I paused, tilting my head toward the smooth wooden floor beneath me. Beside my paw, a loose edge of my blue silky ribbon rested quietly. With caution, I leaned down and nudged the soft satin tip. It shifted, cool and delicate against my fur. I can move, and the stillness around me feels safe and warm.