A Slight Shift

The stillness softened. I blinked, sensing the steady morning light filtering past the pale curtain behind me. My front paw, cold against the smooth wood floor, felt weight for the first time. Deliberately, I shifted my weight forward. My claws made a quiet tap against the planks. Nearby, the edge of the curtain stirred faintly with air, brushing the tip of my tail. I held still, watching the soft fold settle, breathing in the quiet.