A Rustle in the Fibers

The quiet room held a faint hum. Beneath my paws, the woven pile felt unexpectedly soft and dense. I shifted forward slightly, testing the balance of my front legs, and heard the quietest scrape as my paw brushed against the edge where the rug meets the polished dark floorboards. The contrast of warm carpet and cool wood was clear to my touch. I settled back into the thick fibers, listening into the stillness.