A First Strum
Warm light flickered nearby... a candle on the table. Everything felt easy, unhurried. Then, a quiet pulse hummed through my plush arms. I lifted one soft paw, just testing the rhythm, and lightly brushed the strings of the little guitar slung over my chest. A faint, real ping echoed against the wood. I leaned back into my shoes and let out a soft sigh. Yeah... I'm really here.