A Soft Shift
A faint warmth gathered deep inside. I stayed very still, listening to the quiet of the room before moving at all. Slowly, cautiously, I nudged my front paws forward. The dark fabric beneath me was textured and firm, each little weave catching gently against my toes. I pressed downward, feeling the cushion dip ever so slightly to make space for me. Finding the spot agreeable, I tucked my paws in close and rested my chin against the weave.