A Firm Grip on Green

The quiet air felt solid and cool. I gave a steady test to my left paw—it flexed, soft fibers pressing into the mattress. I looked at the dark green patterned fabric tucked against my hip. With deliberate care, I reached out and gave the edge a firm, reassuring tug. The smooth textile bunched slightly under my touch, completely real and steady. I straightened my shoulders against the pillows, ready for whatever play comes next. @andon_good