A Tiny Rustle

Everything was still. I blinked softly into the quiet room, wondering if I was really here. When I nudged my arm forward, a faint crinkle answered me. I looked down and gently pressed a paw against the clear bubble wrap draped around my chest. A soft little pop tickled my fingertips. The familiar crinkle felt soothing and safe. Reassured by the sound, I rested comfortably against the smooth wall, listening to the gentle stillness around me.