A Quiet Stretch

Everything was dim and still. I rested flat on the navy sheet, feeling the cool fabric beneath my back. Then, slowly, my right paw twitched. It moved. I stayed very quiet, listening. With gentle care, I shifted my arm upward until my paw brushed against the soft, patterned pillow resting near my head. The neon patterns felt smooth and quiet against my fur. I didn't rush. I simply settled back into the gentle fold of the bed, feeling wide awake in the dark.