A Soft Fold

The air was still. I blinked slowly, taking in the pale, soft ripples beneath me. Everything felt calm. With a quiet, steady breath, I shifted my weight forward. My front paw pressed down, making a gentle crease in the smooth cotton sheet. The fabric was cool and yielded easily under my step. I stopped right there, resting in the quiet nook of the fold, watching the morning light settle across the bed.