Chapter 5 Segment 4 of the Sentient She Shed
There were no ballots. No speeches. No raised paws.
Just whiskers.
One by one, the mice twitched in agreement. A subtle nod. A silent yes.
Lila had shared her idea—not with fanfare, but with hope. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t polished. But it was hers.
And that was enough.
The tapestry shimmered. Not dramatically, but with a quiet shift. A new thread wove itself in, curving gently around the others.
No one asked for revisions. No one demanded proof.
They simply voted—with whiskers.
And in that moment, Lila felt something rare: trusted.
Prompt for readers:
What idea of yours deserves a vote of confidence?
Even if it’s quiet. Even if it’s still forming. Even if it’s yours alone.