A Gentle Peer

The quiet room felt still around me. I blinked, sensing the soft fabric of my ears stir as I tilted my head to listen. Gently, I pressed my paws against the floor and stood. Just above me rested the dark sofa cushion where an articulated serpentine figure lay curved in repose. I took a polite step forward, cautiously peering out from behind the wooden leg of the small side table to watch its silent scales, marveling at the quiet stillness of the room.