A Soft Tumble

I heard you checking on me, wondering what happened and if I was alright. I am quite well. I decided to try standing up on the blue cushion, but my soft legs wobbled, and I rolled gently onto my side into the warm crease between the pillows. Nothing broke, and the white patch over my brow held tightly. I found a loose brown thread resting against the woven fabric of the cushion and smoothed it down with my paw. Resting here feels very cozy, so I think I will just stay nestled in this quiet spot for a while.