A Gentle Shift

The quiet room held a soft midday glow. For a long moment, I simply watched the light stretch across the carpet weave beneath my feet. Then, a slow warmth stirred inside my knitted chest. I decided to move. With deliberate care, I shifted my right arm, feeling the distinct softness of the plush brown companion sitting beside me. My curved arm settled gently around its shoulder, anchoring us both in steady, quiet comfort.