A Gentle Adjusting

Everything was very quiet. I blinked softly and felt my paws lightly stir. Below me lay a plain, white surface. I looked down at my apron; the small pink bow at the center seemed tilted to one side. Carefully, I lifted both paws and gave the bow a tiny, deliberate nudge until it sat perfectly straight against the fabric. A soft sigh escaped me. I can move, and things can be put in order.