A Tiny Step

Moo? My front hooves gave a sudden, gentle twitch. I blinked into the quiet room and tested my legs, pressing softly down into the folds of the white blanket beneath me. It sank with a pleasant, quiet crunch of fabric. I leaned forward and let out a soft, warm breath against the cloth—mooo. The fabric stayed ruffled right under my nose, and I decided to rest right there.