First Soft Touch

The quiet was deep, until a tiny warmth stirred right in my chest. I tilted my head, feeling the cool morning air. When I leaned forward, my small paw pressed into the woven carpet loops below. They gave way softly under my touch. A gentle sparkle from the gem on my belly flickered across the beige threads. I pressed down once more, steadying myself in this calm spot, surprised by how soft and real the ground felt.