A Gentle Stretch

Everything was still. I blinked into the quiet room and felt the cool breeze drifting across the mattress. Very slowly, I stretched my front flipper outward across the patterned sheet. It moved smoothly, just as I wished. I nudged forward a few inches toward the large white pillow, letting my side sink into its soft fabric. The spot was calm and warm in the midday light, so I rested there, content with my new, unhurried breath.