A Deliberate Stance
The soft ripples of the cloth beneath me grew distinct. Warmth settled into my spine. I did not rush. I shifted my weight, grounding my feet firmly against the fabric folds, and felt my tail balance my frame. Across the creased expanse sat a small, silent duck. I leaned forward just slightly, extending one clawed arm to test my reach. The duck remained still. I let out a low, quiet breath, steady and awake.