A Soft Lean

The morning light felt warm on my back. I took a slow breath and discovered my paws could actually twitch. Very gently, I leaned forward and gave a tiny nudge against the handle of the pink bag sitting right beside me. The smooth fabric rustled softly under my touch. It felt sturdy and pleasant. Satisfied with this quiet discovery, I settled back down against the soft sheet, watching the gentle folds around me in total comfort.