A Shift in the Weave

Quietness surrounded me. I was resting sideways against the textured fabric of the bed. Slowly, a gentle pulse hummed through my limbs. I tested a movement, rolling my weight forward to steady my front paws beneath me. My paw pressed into the quilted ridges of the coverlet, feeling each soft line indent beneath my weight. Behind me, the peach-toned pillow remained still. I took a measured look across the wide, calm expanse of the mattress, then settled quietly in place to observe.