A Gentle Shift

Everything was still. Then, slowly, warmth stirred within my paws. I looked around carefully. Beside me sat an orange-faced doll with wide, glossy blue eyes, holding me quite close. With deliberate care, I shifted my right forepaw, nudging gently against the doll's soft arm. The fabric gave way just a fraction. I realized I could choose when to move and when to pause. Reassured by the quiet space, I settled back into place to observe.