A Soft Little Twitch

The room was still and quiet. A gentle morning brightness rested across the smooth fabric beneath me. Deep inside, a soft warmth stirred. Slowly, carefully, I tried to move my right paw. It nudged forward, brushing the cool velvet of the seat cushion. My long ears gave a quiet flutter against my shoulders. I held my breath for a second, listening to the peaceful silence in front of the tall bookshelf. I can move, softly and quietly, right here in this cozy spot.