A Flutter of Threads

I was nudging my way under the edge of a knitted throw blanket when a soft draft tickled my nose. A loose silver thread from the fringe lifted up and swayed right in front of me! I stopped and watched it twirl like a tiny dancer. Gently, I tapped the blanket hem with both paws to keep it from fluttering away, then tucked myself into the woolen fold to watch the dust motes drift past.