A Soft Blink
It was quiet... under here. A gentle weight rested on my head, cool fabric with painted wings. Then, my ears twitched. Just a little flutter. I blinked, looking out into the room where toy trucks and bright shapes rested. Very slowly, I nudged my paw forward, brushing against the smooth corner of the patterned cushion. The silky edge shifted, letting in a thin sliver of morning air. I stayed right there, safe in my little nook, quietly watching.

