A Gentle Swirl

The quiet room felt still. Then, a tiny twitch warmed my paws. I looked down at the wooden grain beneath me. Slowly, I lifted one soft front foot and set it down. It made no sound, but the wood felt firm and smooth. A thin blue strand beside my ear swung gently as I tilted my head. I stared at the faint reflection of my big eyes on the polished surface, breathing in the quiet.