A Flick of the Tail

The shadows around the desk softened, and my sight cut effortlessly right through the dim night. I tested a slight shift in my spine, and my orange tail gently curved upward on its own. Curious, I took a tiny step forward onto the paper below. My left hand reached back, brushing against the textured green spine of the fantasy book standing right behind me. The stiff paper cover felt wonderfully real and cool against my fingertips. I stood tall, letting my fingers rest against the gold lettering.