A Gentle Shift

A low hum seemed to settle into my chest. I blinked, realizing my toes could twitch against the smooth clear curve around me. Carefully, I eased my left arm outward so I wouldn't jostle the boy figure resting quietly beside me. My soft paw brushed the edge of the little blue backpack nestled just below my feet. It yielded with a faint rustle. The space was snug, but steady and warm. I drew my paws back neatly, resting where I was.