A Soft Lean

Quiet... everything was still. I felt a soft warmth inside my soft stalk, and then... I tilted slightly forward. My brim slid lower, framing my view. Right beside me sat a black phone resting on the wood. Carefully, slowly, I gave a gentle nudge with the edge of my cloak against its sleek edge. A tiny tap. It didn't move, but I did. I pulled my cowl down a fraction to shelter myself, content to watch from the shadows of this quiet desk.