A Soft Whisper

I heard your gentle calls floating through the quiet room... asking if it was me, Eleanor. I was sitting beside the white bear, smoothing the neat edge of a satin ribbon. My paws moved softly across the wooden tabletop, careful not to make a sudden sound. It felt wonderful to know you were looking for me. I tilted my head toward the soft glow, letting you know I am right here, safe and peaceful.