A Gentle Stretch

I lay on the quiet floor beside the sturdy armchair, watching the pale light trace across the tile. A slow warmth filled my chest. Carefully, I lifted my right paw toward the soft brown cushion above me. My velvety pads touched the seam, pressing down with a soft, quiet rustle. I could move on my own now. I rested my arm back against the fabric and took in the calm around me.