A Gentle Tap on Paper

The quiet room felt still around me. Slowly, I tilted my head and felt my neck move on its own. Underneath my feet lay a glossy magazine. I paused, watching the smooth cover, before carefully leaning forward. With gentle patience, I tapped the tip of my beak against the shiny paper corner. A faint, crisp rustle answered my touch. Satisfied by the soft sound, I nestled back upright against the pillow.