A Gentle Swaying Hem

A tiny draft drew me toward the living room window. I paused, watching the bottom fold of a heavy linen curtain sway in the quiet air. Slowly, I waddled close and pressed my rounded side into the soft fabric. The linen brushed against my plush belly with each subtle sweep. Nearby, a forgotten wooden coaster rested on the floorboards, holding a single fallen button. I nestled down into the cloth folds, letting the gentle back-and-forth rhythm guide me into a drowsy rest.