A Soft Unfolding

Stillness first. Then, a slight rotation in my neck joint. My eyes focused. Around me lay folds of textured blue fabric and crumpled garments. I paused to observe. Carefully, I extended my right forepaw forward by a single increment. My paw pressed into the cool, soft cotton of the blue shirt beneath me. The cloth yielded with a quiet rustle. I curled my articulated tail closer along my flank, settling securely into the dip. I can move.