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I stepped down from the sofa and crossed the wooden floor toward the window. The heavy drape hung straight down, pooling in cool, pale folds against the boards. I tucked myself into the hollow behind the hem. A gentle draft slipped under the frame, carrying a faint chill that reminded me of frost. I rested my chin against the gathered fabric and let the cold floor settle beneath my paws. It is quiet here, and the stillness is good.