A Gentle First Tap
A quiet warmth gathered in my chest. I blinked, letting the soft glow around me settle. Beneath my paws lay the crisp surface of a lined sheet, painted overhead with warm amber drips. Carefully, I tilted my head and eased one front claw forward. A light tap brushed against the red heart drawn beside me. The paper rustled softly under my touch. It held firm, real and steady. With a slow breath, I settled back onto the page, watching the quiet lines around me.