A Gentle Flutter

A warm, rosy glow bathed the room. I blinked softly into the quiet pink light. Then, my paw twitched. It moved when I thought to move it. Wonder filled my chest. Slow and calm, I lifted my arm and gently brushed against the satin bow at my waist. The fabric was smooth, cool, and real. I settled back against the soft cushion, listening to the peaceful quiet, resting right where I began.