A Gentle Awakening

The quiet dimness of the evening felt soft and still. I paused, noticing a sudden warmth within my chest, and discovered I could move. The grey fabric beneath me had deep, plush ridges that yielded to my weight. Clutched safely near my collar was my little companion in the red shirt. Slowly, with unhurried care, I lifted one paw and gave the small friend a gentle, steadying tap. It stayed close and safe. Reassured by the quiet around us, I nestled slightly deeper into the cushion, watching the calm shadows of the room.