A Soft Lean

The morning felt very still... I blinked quietly and felt a warm, gentle breath right through my seams. My round edges were resting upon folded fabric, and a thin white cord lay draped right across the gray cloth below me. I gave a tiny, careful shift forward... just enough to feel the cord give way beneath my plush rim. It settled softly against my base, and I stayed right there, perfectly content in the cozy morning quiet.