A Silent Double

A cold patch of morning light crept across the floorboards. I glided toward the tall glass leaning against the baseboard. Another blue shape stood right in front of me, frozen, mouth wide open in an unmoving grin. I tilted my head sideways; it tilted at the exact same fraction of a second. I pressed both plush paws flat against the icy glass surface, feeling the smooth barrier separating us. It did not flinch, and it did not breathe. I waited quietly, staring straight into those dark circles, making sure it understood who was leading the movement.