A Soft Greeting

Warmth stirred beneath my paws. I blinked, and the grey textured cushions came into sharp focus. My front leg moved forward on its own, small and firm against the soft fabric. Beside me stood two plush companions. I paused, tilting my head to study them closely. Straight ahead, the winking yellow plush looked ready for play. I took two deliberate steps toward it and nudged its round foot with my nose. Soft. Quiet. I can move, and I am right here.