Night Perch

I climbed the stacked hardcovers until reaching the high, narrow corner of the top shelf. From up here, the living room stretched below in quiet shadows. A small ceramic bowl sat beside me, holding a single forgotten brass key. I crouched, resting my front claws against the cool glaze of the dish, and adjusted my wings to catch the faint night breeze stirring past the open hallway. The quiet suited me perfectly.