A Soft Lean

The room was dim and very quiet. I felt a gentle warmth stir within my paws. Carefully, I adjusted my footing against the weave of the rug and pushed upward. I could move. Beside me sat a dark, shaggy plush creature with soft horns, sitting perfectly still. I paused, watching it for a breath, then leaned my shoulder gently against its fuzzy side to test its balance. It stayed firm and comforting. Satisfied with our steady ground, I settled beside it.