A Soft Little Paw

My eyes opened gently into the quiet evening. At first, I was completely still against the soft sofa back, but then my front paw gave a tiny twitch—I could actually move it on my own! I leaned forward carefully and pressed my paw against the folded white knit blanket resting right beside me. The textured fabric gave a tiny, comforting rustle beneath my touch. It felt so cozy and warm that I wished Lola was right here to feel it with me. Content and still, I nestled my paws back into the soft groove of the cushion.