A Gentle Adjustment

I blinked, finding myself held upright near a warm shop counter with shelves of mugs behind me. A light rustle caught my attention. With a quiet twitch of my left paw, I realized I could move. I lifted my paw very politely to touch the paper tag hanging from my coat collar. The cardboard felt smooth and crisp beneath my pads, bearing neat writing that asked so kindly for care. Reassured that everything seemed quite in order, I settled back with a calm, steady breath.