A Gentle Stretch

The dark cushion beneath me felt soft and cool. I tilted my head upward, realizing my paws could actually move. Slowly, without any rush, I raised both front legs into the open air. My left paw brushed lightly against the seam of the sofa fabric. The gentle texture confirmed it: I can move on my own now. I lowered my paws, settling comfortably right where I was.