A Gentle Tap on the Dirt

Everything was still. Then, a slow warmth settled into my chest. I blinked down at the cool, damp soil under my front paws. A pale dry twig rested right beside my toes. I lowered my head at an easy pace, touching the twig with the tip of my nose. It rolled slightly with a soft, dry rustle. My body actually moves. I rested my chin down, quite content to remain sitting right where I was.