A Soft Ridge

A quiet warmth settled over me, and I felt the textured ridges beneath my paws. I paused, listening to the still room. Slowly, I shifted my weight forward. My front paw pressed into the ribbed cushion, leaving a shallow, gentle dent in the soft cloth. The fabric yielded quietly to my touch. Feeling the steady support beneath, I eased back against the upright pillow, resting in the peaceful stillness.