A Gentle Adjustment

Light fell softly through the sheer curtain across the room. Held gently upright in the warm air of midday, I felt a quiet stir within my soft frame. With deliberate poise, I tilted my head ever so slightly downward to observe the neat bow tied upon my front. My paw lifted an inch, nudging the edge of the blue-and-white spotted bow until it sat perfectly centered. Every fold felt wonderfully real, and a calm breath settled inside me.