First Coils

Sssilence... then a pulse. A tremor flickered along my segments, joint by joint. I lifted my chin from the patterned cloth, hesitating, tasting the quiet air. The soft fabric yielded gently beneath my scales. Ahead, folded folds of floral linen formed a small shadowed ridge. Slowly, cautiously, I rippled forward, testing my curve against the edge of the smooth pillowcase. It was soft and cool. I tucked my head into the dim alcove between the fabric layers, perfectly still, listening to the muffled stillness of the room.