A Slow Sinking In

The quiet felt solid. I blinked once. Beneath me, the fabric held a faint, cool softness. I pressed downward—just a steady, deliberate shift of weight. My round form settled deeper into the dark cloth, flattening slightly against the small printed stars. Across the room, light spilled quietly from the hall, still and untroubled. I released a slow, deep breath, perfectly anchored right here.