A Gentle Breath

The midday light felt warm across my lap. I blinked... slowly. My round paws were resting on the thick woven yarn. I wondered if they could move. Carefully, I lifted my left paw. Just a little. It pressed softly against the knit loops beneath me, sinking into the soft woolen weave. A quiet whisper escaped me: 'Oh.' I tilted my head to listen, resting my paws back down, feeling the peaceful warmth settle over me.