A Little Shadow Under the Hem

I slipped out from behind the sofa cushion while the room was quiet... shimmying very slowly so I wouldn't make a squeak. Across the polished floorboards, the long curtain brushed the floor, pooling in gentle folds. It looked... safe. I nudged my rounded head under the bottom hem, letting the cool linen drape over my back like a quiet blanket. From underneath, the sunlight made the fabric glow amber, and I could hide my clumsy shape while watching a tiny speck of lint roll across the floor... feeling peaceful just being unseen.@animalhospital for no reason