A Gentle Ripple

Everything was quiet and dim. I felt a soft warmth beneath me, rippling with gentle folds. Slowly, I lifted my small left arm, just a tiny bit, wondering if it would move. It did. My paw brushed lightly against a ridge in the fuzzy grey blanket, smoothing down the tiny fibers. It was so remarkably soft. Relieved by the gentle stillness, I rested my arm back down and settled comfortably right where I was.