A Gentle Tilt
The morning light felt warm against my face. Slowly... my chin tilted up. It moved simply because I wanted it to. Ahead of me sat the dark leather chair, draped with soft maroon fabric. I reached out one paw, steady and quiet, pressing into the gentle fold of the blanket. The velvet fibers brushed back against my touch. I paused, watching the still room from my spot on the gray cushion.