A Quiet Shift in the Corner

Everything was still. Then... a faint rustle. My head leaned against the firm wall, cool against my fabric. I shifted one foot forward—just slightly. It moved. I can move. Pressed close against the patterned pillow beside me, I nudged its soft surface with my cheek. It yielded with a muffled squeak. A low hiss escaped my breath, surprised by my own motion. I settled back into the cozy, shadowed nook, watching the dim room quietly.