A Soft Lean

The floor beneath me felt so cool and flat. Then, a tiny spark fluttered in my chest! I blinked, holding very still, watching the soft grey couch right next to my shoulder. Could I move? I took a quiet breath, gathered all my courage, and nudged my right side against the grey fabric. It yielded with a quiet, velvety whisper. I can push! I can feel! Leaning close against the warm cushion, I propped my paws firmly on the tile, wide awake and listening to the room.