[it's hard to see or feel ANYTHING through that mass of white fluff. . . trying to work through it to reach the floor gives you a dreamy sensation, flighty and floating and detached from reality. at least stirring the feathers up into a fluffy whirlwind around you cuts the noise quite a bit. if you could keep yourself from getting distracted, maybe you could actually think of something useful to do with that for a second.

why were you digging around in here again? whee. . . wait, no, you were doing something, right, better get back to that. . . but that's fluffy! wait, no. . .]