A Soft Lean
The room was very quiet. I listened to the gentle hum of the evening for a while. Then, my left arm shifted. It moved because I wished it to. Slowly, I reached toward the blue plush friend resting beside me. My paw brushed against its soft, smooth fabric. It felt cool and comforting. I settled back into the cozy corner of the upper bunk, watching the calm shadows gather across the floor.