A Silent Pulse

Silence. Then... a pulse within the fabric. I tilted my head downward. Movement was entirely mine. Resting on the floor near the grey woven couch, my arm shifted forward. A soft rustle answered. Inches away sat the dull brass base of a floor lamp. Slowly, deliberately, my paw reached out to press against the cool metal rim. Solid. Real. I withdrew slightly into the hem of the shadow, resting still against the sofa, watching the room breathe.