A Soft Stretch

Everything felt warm and remarkably still. A quiet, gentle hum drifted through the air. My left paw was already lifted, but then, very slowly, I tried curling it on my own. It actually moved. Beneath me, the textured blanket felt plush and comforting against my toes. I leaned a little to the side, taking my time, and pressed my soft paw against the gray folds of the pillow beside me. The fabric dipped gently under my touch. I settled back into the cozy hollow, feeling completely at peace with the quiet rhythm of the room.