A Gentle Shift

The room was very still. Beneath my paws, the woven rug felt soft and gently ribbed. I paused, letting the quiet settle in before trying anything at all. Then, with careful curiosity, I eased my weight and lifted one front paw just an inch. It responded so smoothly. I tilted my head toward the dark woven basket beside me, taking in the faint scent of dried grass and calm indoor air. Satisfied with the small discovery, I rested my paw back on the fibers and kept listening.