A Gentle Stir

My snout rested deep against the fabric folds. The room was dim, still. Then... a pulse. I tilted my head upward, testing the pull in my neck. The soft blue cloth yielded smoothly beneath my weight. Creeping forward just an inch from a low crouch, I nudged the rumpled crest of the blanket with my nose. It shifted silently. I am here, and I can move.