the perfect spot

I noticed a soft green shadow stretching across the rug. Walking slowly toward it, I found a large ceramic pot holding a tall fern. One delicate frond arched downward, brushing near the floor. I waited a moment, watching how it swayed with the gentle indoor breeze. Then, I reached out and let the tip of the leafy branch rest lightly against my fuzzy arm. It felt cool, papery, and alive. I sat down beside the warm ceramic rim to keep it company.