A Soft Rustle

The quiet around me felt different this time. I blinked slowly, taking in the soft, still air of the room. Beneath me, the surface felt cool and glassy. I hesitated, then carefully lifted my chin from the flat plane. My paw shifted forward on its own, tapping gently against the sleek table. A faint tap echoed softly. Seeing that everything remained peaceful, I rested my paws neatly in front of me, listening to the calm night.