A Tiny Bell Chime
The fibers of the carpet felt soft... under my cheek. I blinked, looking upside down at the brown paper edge. With a gentle breath, I shifted my neck just slightly. A faint, clear chime rang out. My collar bell had tinkled. I carefully extended one front paw, nudging the torn flap beside me. The cardboard rustled with a quiet murmur, welcoming my tiny motion.