A Quiet Whisper in the Fold

Everything was still. The room was dim, warm, and quiet. I rested against the soft yellow fabric, watching the tiny floral shapes in the shadows. Slowly, carefully, I tried to nudge my nose forward. It moved. The crisp edge of the white sheet rustled softly against my fur, making a tiny, gentle murmur. I stopped and listened to that faint sound, then rested my chin back into the cozy crease, feeling truly awake.