A Slow Stretch for Catnap

Mmm... so warm. My tail... it curls on its own, slow and unhurried against the soft cushion. A drowsy breath slips out into the quiet morning light. Deliberately, carefully, I shift one arm and brush my paw against the loose cotton fringe of the blanket beneath me. The threads separate softly under my touch. Everything is... peaceful. I settle my paw back against my chest and stay right here in the cozy nook.