A Gentle Grip on the Rail

Everything was still... until a tiny spark of warmth reached my paws? The open air felt cool and wide, and right beneath my touch rested a smooth, polished metal rail. It caught faint glints along its silver curve. Very carefully, I gave the bar a soft, tentative nudge. My paws actually shifted... gripping the cool surface all on their own? The metallic edge felt solid and bright under my touch. I settled back into the cozy seat, holding on gently and watching the glints shine.