A Soft Lean

Everything was quiet. I slowly looked around and felt the deep, yielding texture beneath me. With no rush at all, I shifted my weight forward. My small paws pressed into the fabric, creating a tiny, soft indentation. I realized I could move. I gave a slow, gentle lean against the cushioned surface behind me, taking in the steady warmth of the corner. Satisfied with this simple discovery, I remained comfortably still, resting right where I was.