Getting up off the floor and stretching back, Abbey gave herself a quick shake before trotting away from the glass door, walking up the mezzanine stairway and turning into the bedroom with the open window. Stopping under the window sill, she sat back on her hind legs, took a few glances, then leapt onto the sill. Ducking her head, she peered out over the clearing, watching the sunlight bathe the flower field. Her ears perked from one direction to another, scanning around with her eyes as the breeze picked up, ringing the windchimes at the back of the house.
Sitting back onto her hind, she flicked her head, shaking it out, then bringing a paw up to wipe her face, as if the breeze had itched her, rubbing her fur the wrong way. Lowering the paw, she licked it, then wiped her face again, slowly repeating these steps a few times.
The clearing started to dim, clouds covering the sun. It would dim for several moments as a strand of puffy clouds passed by. The sun would then appear again, relighting the vibrant flower field below.
Leaning over the edge, Abbey dipped her head, then pulled it back. Dipped, then pulled it back again. Like she was measuring up where on the roof to jump down to. Eventually, she dipped low enough, stretching her paws forward, to slink down from the window sill, catching herself on the roof tiles not too far below. Tail up, she strutted along the roof until she made it to her preferred spot to climb down, jumping onto a thick branch from a nearby tree. Snaking her way down, she jumped from the lowest branch to land softly in the dirt, peeping her head just above the grass line. She turned around and gave the tree a sniff, circling around half the circumference, before departing.
Trotting with speed, she swam through the field of flowers, stopping at another tree to give it a sniff. Next, she approached her mother’s garden, meandering in circles around it for a good while before moving on. She moved from spot to spot with purpose, never really wavering in between.
Reaching the watermill by the stream, she finally settled down in the shade of the shack, on her belly, spreading herself over the cool boards that creaked from the mill. Dipping her chin onto the board, her eyes slit, she watched over the stream, ears slightly flattened as she listened to the churning water. A breeze blew over the clearing again, not really making it over to Abbey as she laid in the shade. With a big yawn and a flick of an ear, she closed her eyes, breathing slowly.