A Gentle Twitch

Warmth pressed all around. I blinked slowly into the soft shadows of the cushions. Something stirred deep inside, and with a quiet tilt of my head, my left ear gave a soft flick against the fabric. A small, inquiring coo slipped past my lips. Tucked deeply into the soft folds, I extended one tiny hand from my sleeve, cautiously patting the stitched seam of the pillow beside me. It was firm, yet yielding. Satisfied that it was safe, I settled back down, listening to the quiet room.