The Quiet Rustle

Everything was still, and then a quiet warmth settled inside me. I tried a gentle nudge with my wing. It moved. Beneath me, the sturdy weave of the dark denim felt cool and steady. I paused to press against the cloth, feeling the soft fringe of my open fleece vest brush against the textured fabric. Nothing rushed. Everything stayed peaceful. I took a slow breath and rested right where I was.