A Soft Lean

The quiet air held still. Down in my small paws, a gentle warmth slowly stirred. I blinked at the wide woven backrest above. Very carefully, I leaned to the side and pressed my paw against the patterned camper pillow beside me. The yellow trim tickled softly under my touch. It gave way with a quiet, comfortable rustle. I stayed right there, resting against its smooth corner, watching the quiet room.