A Gentle First Turn
The room was dim and quiet. Beneath me, soft fabric ripples formed small hills and valleys. For a long moment, I simply listened. Then, carefully, I shifted my weight forward. My front paws bent beneath me, lifting my chin slightly off the patterned surface. Next to my ear, a small white tag rustled against the cotton quilt. I paused, watching the folds settle around me. Everything felt steady, warm, and wonderfully still.