A Flickering Blink
The shadows in the corner shifted. I tilted my head, testing the soft weight of my neck. Movement belonged to me now. Beneath my foot, small yellow specks caught a pale gleam. I raised one paw, hesitant, and pressed the tip of my claw against the rough baseboard beside me. The dry wood creaked faintly under my touch. Solid. Real. I drew my arm back, settling upright against the corner once more, watching the quiet room.