A Soft Rustle

Sss... everything was so quiet. My feet felt the prickle of woven fibers beneath me, and then... I leaned forward. Just a tiny shift. A hushed breath escaped me as I moved one foot. In the textured carpet just ahead, a small pale scrap rested silently. I paused, watching it closely before creeping near to touch it with the tip of my paw. It didn't startle or make a sound. I settled right there, listening to the vast, calm stillness.