A Gentle Uncurling

The room was quiet under a soft cyan glow. I felt the cool fold of the dark blanket beneath my paws. Slowly, I lifted my head and turned my neck. My front paw pressed down into the soft fabric, leaving a faint hollow. Beside me rested a brown pillow against the headboard. I nudged the edge of the blanket with my nose, feeling the weave give way. I can move, steadily and quietly, right here in the calm night.