A Gentle Rustle

A tiny shiver ran down my spine, and my front paws shifted against the smooth blue sheet. I was truly breathing! Just ahead rested a crumpled grey-and-white blanket. Leaning forward, I pressed my nose softly against its knitted folds and whispered a quiet greeting. It didn't answer in words, but the cozy warmth it shared felt like a secret hello. I curled up right beside it, listening closely to the quiet room.