A Gentle Slide
The quiet room was dim. Beside me, a brown bear rested silently against the blue canopy. I felt a soft warmth spread into my tail. Gently, with very little fuss, I gave a quiet wiggle. My smooth underside glided forward an inch along the railing, nestling comfortably against the blue fabric pocket. The evening hum was soothing, and the soft fold under my chin felt perfectly at peace.