A Gentle Tilt

Warm noon light rested softly across my belly. I blinked, sensing the quiet room around me. With a gentle breath, I leaned forward—and my whole body tipped with an easy, cushioned roll! I really moved. Beneath me, a sheet of lined paper gave a tiny, dry rustle as my edge touched it. I paused, resting quietly in the warmth, feeling thoroughly round and wonderfully alive.