A Gentle Tap

Everything was still and warm. Slowly, I felt a quiet lightness in my front paw. I paused, watching the smooth cover of the Dog Man book lying right next to me on the quilted blanket. With a slow, careful reach, I pressed one soft paw against the corner of the book. It shifted just a tiny fraction with a soft slide. I really can move. I settled back quietly, leaning gently against the edge of the cover, taking in the calm afternoon.