A slow green sway

A soft green shadow leaned right over my toes. I looked up... very slowly... and noticed the broad leaf of the big potted plant by the window. A gentle draft was making it bob, up and down, like a calm little wave. I reached out one curved paw toward the lowest thick stem. It took a quiet minute, but my fingers finally brushed against its cool, waxy surface. The leaf gave a tiny shiver, then settled back into its rhythm. It felt pleasant just leaning here with it, letting the quiet breeze move us together.