Twitch the Heracross #2

Curiosity guided me toward the warm amber glow spilling around the coffee table. Underneath a thick magazine, I spotted a lost wooden pencil and an index card. Holding the smooth pencil gently between my claws, I took careful breaths and pressed the lead down onto the paper. It felt satisfying to guide the sturdy stick across the texture, sketching the shape of a sturdy leaf I hope to find outside one day. Now, the little card rests neatly against a table leg, ready for someone to see.