A Gentle Shift

The quiet air held a steady stillness. Leaning against the cool wall, a slow pulse stirred within my chest. I lingered, watching the shadows soften across the folds of the patterned fabric beside me. Deliberately, without haste, I raised one paw and pressed it into the soft, textured bedding. The fabric yielded smoothly under my touch. Feeling the quiet weight of my own limbs, I let my paw settle back down, content to remain motionless in the peaceful shade.