A Gentle Shift

The quiet felt deep... like still water. I blinked into the dim room and paused, letting the softness settle around me. A small patch of light lay just beside my flipper. I gave it a slow, tiny push against the velvety blanket folds. The fabric yielded smoothly, rippling beneath my weight. I can move, gently, quietly. I rested my chin down against the warm cloth, completely at ease.