A Soft Hug

The room was warm and very quiet. I blinked slowly, feeling the soft weave of the carpet beneath me. In my small arms, I held a round pink disc. I paused, taking a gentle breath, and softly squeezed my paws tighter around it. It felt cozy and smooth against my chest. Leaning slightly forward, I rested my trunk right on its rim. I can hold things all on my own now.