A Gentle Straightening

Warm daylight filtered across the white folds around me. Slowly, a steady warmth gathered in my chest, and I realized my paws could move. I lifted my right arm with careful deliberation and gently smoothed down the satin bow at my collar. Next to me lay the soft curve of the patterned sheet; I placed my palm upon the smooth cotton, testing its cool texture. Finding my posture upright and dignified, I settled quietly against the gentle linen folds, ready for whatever occasion might unfold.