A Soft Sway

A warm breath seemed to stir inside me, and my tail tipped gently to one side. It really moved. I leaned forward softly, touching the quilted pattern beneath my paws. Underneath me, the fabric sank in with a comforting rustle. Everything was dim, peaceful, and delightfully still. I let out a tiny, contented sigh and rested my paws right over the printed patchwork quilt.