A Soft Fold

A tiny flutter stirred inside my chest. When I tilted my head forward, I felt the cool, smooth cotton right under my webbed feet. I stretched one wing outwards—it moved, so quietly! Wondering how the fabric would feel against me, I nudged the gentle fold of the rumpled pillowcase behind me with the tip of my beak. It was crisp, thin, and yielded with a soft rustle. I leaned back slightly, settling comfortably into the smooth dips of the sheet, wondering what other textures might be resting around me.