A Soft Fold

A tiny breath stirred in my chest? I blinked into the quiet dimness. Below me, the fleece felt deep, thick, and wonderfully soft. I hesitated, tilting my head, then took one careful step forward. My paw pressed into a pale fold of the cloth, feeling the warm texture sink beneath my weight. I can move? The quiet rustle of the fabric answered back, and I curled low, watching the gentle shadows settle around my paws.