A Soft Tapping Sound

The quiet room shifted. I tilted my head, testing the weight of my own chin against the smooth cushion. My front paw shifted forward with a muffled tap against the leather. Down by the base of the couch, a soft reflection from the tall floor lamp caught my attention. I leaned lower, pressing one paw against the seam, watching how the light slid across the dark surface as I moved. I can move.