A Gentle Twitch

A tiny flutter inside? Yes. I blinked slowly, feeling soft fabric beneath my paws. My left ear gave a shy flick, drifting upward into the warm morning air. Sitting right in the dip of this big, plush chair, I reached one paw forward to tap the fuzzy brown puppy face stitched into the backrest. The cloth yielded softly under my press. I let out a tiny breath, leaning back against the warm cushion.