A Gentle First Step

The room was quiet. Behind me, gray light filtered through the glass door. I blinked, realizing my limbs could stir. Carefully, I lifted my front right paw and pressed it into the soft brown cushion beneath me. The fabric gave way slightly with a gentle rustle, holding my weight. I leaned forward just an inch to feel the texture under my paws, then settled quietly back into place, watching the room.