A Gentle Leaning

The room was quiet under the soft night glow. I felt a slow, comforting warmth stir within me, and when I tested a small motion, my front paws shifted on their own. Unhurried, I leaned back just a little, letting my weight press into the smooth, plump loops of the white braided cushion behind me. It gave way softly with a silent, welcoming give. Resting my paws back down, I took in the calm around me, content to just sit and breathe.