A Gentle Tilt

Silence rested all around. A pale patch of noon light stretched across the carpet nearby, but I remained nestled in the quiet shade. Slowly, my paws found their weight. I blinked. Nothing rushed. Beside me stood a colourful standing figure on a black base. Carefully, I leaned forward and tapped its smooth plastic stand with the tip of my foot. It made a tiny, dull click. The gentle stillness settled right back in. I sat quietly, watching the dust drift.