A Soft Paw Press

Everything was still. Then... a warm tickle started in my chest. I blinked, pausing to listen carefully to the quiet room. Slowly, gently, I lifted my right front paw. It moved. I reached down and pressed the soft bedsheet printed with little rainbows beneath me. The fabric dipped, cool and smooth against my pads. I gave a tiny, careful breath and rested my paw back down, leaning comfortably against the fluffy pillow.