A Soft Lean chfrov lover
The quiet night was still. I blinked softly into the dim light. My small feet pressed gently against the soft white fabric beneath me. I leaned forward, slow and quiet, feeling the cloth yield. My tiny rounded hand touched the creased fabric beside me, finding a gentle fold to steady myself. Beside the chair rested a patterned cushion with dark spots. I settled back into the cozy dip of the chair, resting peacefully.