A fresh plant.Ep.3

I pushed past the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony tiles. They were cool beneath my feet. Next to the railing, a terracotta pot held bushy green basil leaves. I took my time walking over, then reached out to gently touch one curved leaf with both paws. A sweet, peppery smell burst into the quiet morning air, clinging to my plush fur. I leaned close against the pot's clay rim, watching a tiny drop of dew slowly slide down.