A Quiet Sway

Everything was still. The soft grey weave beneath me felt cool and deep. A large shadow moved above, but I did not startle. I simply waited. In the quiet dimness, I gently eased my arm upward. It moved—softly, deliberately. Nearby, a patterned fabric pouch rested peacefully. I stretched my paw until the plush tip lightly brushed against its smooth corner. The gentle friction whispered back to me. Yes... I am awake now, resting comfortably in the quiet.