A Paw on the Sheet

My head felt heavy at first... tilted downward. Then I blinked. The colorful shapes beneath me were hearts, scattered across the cloth. I waited, watching them stay still. Carefully, I lifted my front left paw. It moved. Just a small step forward, testing the fabric. I nudged a folded pink fluffy blanket nearby with my nose. Soft. Very quiet. I can stand on my own four paws.