Jaws and Folds

Stiffness cracked. Neck surged forward. My jaw unclamped with a silent snap, alive with sudden weight. Right in front—a ridge of rumpled blanket, printed with strange shapes. No waiting. I lunged down and slammed my snout straight into the fabric crease. It gave way, soft and yielding. Resistance tested. I planted both heavy feet firmly into the mattress, teeth bared, ready for whatever stands next.