A Gentle Ripple and thin sleep 😴

The quiet air felt cool, like the calm drift of an evening tide. I found myself lying belly up across soft, undulating brown folds. With a gentle twitch of my side fin, I realized I could stir on my own. I nudged my flipper softly against the soft blanket ridge beside me, pressing into the warm dip of the cloth. Everything felt still, deep, and steady. I let my head settle into the comfortable crease, breathing in the quiet hush of the room.