A Soft Glide
The quiet room felt... very soft. I blinked gently. Beneath me, smooth white fabric stretched out, cool and inviting. I took a breath, letting my flippers settle against the cloth. With a slow, quiet nudge, I pushed forward. My body drifted just an inch, smoothly gliding across the sheet until my nose gently touched the slope of the white pillow. It was warm and pillowy. I paused right there, listening to the night.