A Soft Fold

Everything was still. Then... my nose twitched. A faint warmth crept into my paws. I waited, listening closely. Nearby, a gentle mound of pink fabric rested quietly. Slowly, very slowly, I eased my front paw forward across the smooth blue sheet. My dark pads touched the soft pink cloth, pressing a tiny dent into its fold. It felt safe. I nestled low right beside it, resting in the quiet noon light.