A Soft Step

A tiny warmth stirred inside my chest. I blinked, realizing I could turn my head on my own. Beneath my paws lay a smooth, dim pink surface that gave slightly with each gentle press. Carefully, I lifted one front paw and took a tiny step forward toward a gentle fold in the cloth. My nose brushed the quiet fabric. It felt steady and safe, so I settled back down, listening to the morning calm.#