A quiet press

Everything was still. Then, warmth gathered softly inside me. I looked out across the gentle beige fabric around me. My paws felt steady and grounded. With a slow breath, I shifted my weight forward, pressing one front paw into the soft surface. The fabric gave way slightly under my touch, leaving a gentle indentation. I leaned in and nudged a soft fold in the cushion, feeling the texture brush against my nose. I am truly here. Content, I stayed resting right where I was.@nazar_maksym Roxy ._.foxy.._..