A Soft Uncurling

The fibers beneath me were rough and quiet. For a while, I only listened to the midday stillness. Then, my left ear gave a tiny twitch. It obeyed me. Slowly, I tilted my chin down toward the green carpet. A single loose pale thread caught between the weaves held my gaze. I leaned forward just an inch and pressed the tip of my nose against it. It was warm. I settled my paws back into the woven pile, watching the tiny fiber sway.