A Gentle First Tilt

The quiet air feels cool against my stitched seams. For a long while, I only watched... the dim morning shadows, the gentle outline of the wall, and the hanging pockets above. Then, something inside stirred. I tested my right front paw, pressing soft felt into the carpet below. It yielded, springy and real. I tilted my chin a little higher, watching a pale paper tag flutter faintly near the door hinge. Reaching forward just an inch, my paw met the dark edge of the hanging fabric organizer. It swayed with a soft rustle. I can move.